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 Milly's Book: (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mg.  MFg.  MMg.  gg.

   When 17 Acacia Avenue was demolished following the tragic fire that
killed a guy and his teenage daughter by smoke inhalation, the wife's
insurance company gave me the job of salvaging anything of value before the
wreckers moved in.  The wife luckily had been away the night of the fire,
and apparently had never come back to the scene.  Can't say I blame her...
The ground floor and the whole front of the house was burned out and
useless, and it was that damage which made the structure unsafe, but access
was ok by ladder to the back, and I found a few antiques and odds and ends
that could be recovered, sooty but saleable.

   I do this work a lot and I know where people hide valuables, so it was
easy to find the loose floor board in the back bedroom.  In it was a
teenager's secrets: some kinky clothes, a couple of sex magazines, a dildo,
amazingly some bondage and S&M gear....  and this leather-bound,
hand-written diary.  I kept it for myself, but here it is for the world to
read.



   My Aunt Brigid gave me the diary last Christmas.  I never got round to
starting it but with the school holidays and my life getting a bit more
interesting I've decided to give it a go.  There's a loose floorboard
inside the wardrobe and that's where I'll keep it.  I wouldn't mind Daddy
seeing it as he knows every naughty thing I get up to, but my mother would
have a blue fit!

   So here goes.  I'm writing "Milly's Book" on the front page:



   FRIDAY JULY 18th:

   First day of the holidays.  Six whole weeks of freedom!

   I went baby-sitting today for Mr and Mrs Collins while they went to the
cinema.  Their little boy is only three and no trouble at all and was
already asleep in bed when Mr Collins dropped me off, told me I could make
myself some tea or coffee, and get a soft drink from the fridge if I
wanted. They would only be gone three hours, four if they went for a drink
after.  I got £2.50 an hour so that was £7.50 or £10.  Not bad for watching
tv all evening!

   I had baby-sat the boy twice before but never seen him.  Mr Collins,
though, was the sort of man I quite fancy.  Dishy!  And from the way he
looks at me sometimes I'm sure he fancies me.  A lot of these older,
married guys get the hots for young girls, especially if they are slim,
blonde and blue-eyed like me.  And I've got nice boobs for a
twelve-year-old: at least I think so, and they are bigger and firmer than
the other girls in Year 8.  Those guys ogling me in the shopping centre on
Saturday mornings always make me horny.

   So far the only man in my life is my daddy!

   As I got ready for Mr Collins to collect me I decided I would tease him
a bit and see what happened, so I took off my cotton knickers and put on my
sexy little pastel-blue thong, with a transparent panel at the front.  It
leaves my bum nearly bare, with just a thin strip covering my crease, and
the shape of my pussy nearly clear through the front.  My tartan mini skirt
would give me a chance to show him my arse or my pussy...  or both...  as I
got in and out the car.  My cropped top showed my breasts off nicely, tight
so the nipples showed as little points, and my bare-midriff looked sexy,
even to me.  I'm going to get my belly-button pierced for a jewel one day.
Daddy would like that but my mother said no.  That's a pity, but I'm sure
my flat, tanned tummy with the little dimple of my belly-button is a
feature the men admire....  along with my long, smooth legs.

   I wax my legs though they are not yet really hairy.  I wax my pussy too
as daddy likes that.

   I looked at myself in the mirror, thought about teasing Mr Collins and
getting him hard: my pussy got quite wet!

   Mr Collins sounded the horn outside and daddy stepped into my room,
giving me a lovely kiss, and feeling my bottom.

   "You look good enough to eat, angel."

   I giggled.  "Sunday morning, daddy!"

   Mother came out to the car and Mr Collins told her I would be back just
after ten, or eleven, depending on how the evening panned out.  She turned
back and did not see my show as I went round the car and got in.

   I flounced my skirt giving him the briefest flash of my near-naked
bottom, and then as he sat at the wheel opened the passenger door and got
in real clumsily, giving him a long look at my long, naked legs, and my
hairless pussy beneath the shameless transparent panties.

   The vintage Ford has a bench front seat and must have been an up-market
model because it is shiny leather.  At the Kings Head roundabout I managed
to slide along it bashing into him, arm and tits, and my hand pressing a
moment on his crotch while I got my balance back.  His cock was nicely
hard!

   "Sorry, Mr Collins.  It caught me by surprise."

   That would give him something to think about.  I bet he could feel my
breasts firm against his bare arm for those short seconds!



   I watched television for a bit and then got bored.  I went upstairs and
peeped round young Tim's door.  Fast asleep.  Then I thought why not?  I
slipped into their bedroom and looked at the big double bed where Mr
Collins doubtless fucked his wife....  She has a nice body, almost like a
teenage girl's with her blonde hair and tiny waist.  She had a 'come-on'
look in her deep blue eyes and I reckoned she would be passionate in
bed.... I'm sure he would be very manly and vigorous.  There was a mirror
over the bed-head and another on the wall opposite.  That must be fun for
them, I thought.  The bedside cabinet had a dildo in it: I switched it on
and the hum told me the battery was live.  They used it!  A pack of four
blue pills, one used.  Viagra!  For special occasions I guessed.  I would
not mind being one of those special occasions....  I was quite wet at the
thought.  Baby oil.  Either she had a dry vagina....  unlikely by the look
of her....  or they were into anal sex sometimes!  I checked out the
wardrobe.  Sexy lingerie in one of the drawers.  Under the panties, bras
and suspender belts Jeez!  pink fur trimmed handcuffs, some red silk
plaited ropes, and a black leather whip, a sort of cat-o-nine-tails but
with soft leather so it would not really hurt.  A sex toy, not for real.

   Mr and Mrs Collins obviously had a rich and varied sex life.  I was a
bit jealous of her.

   Television again and a couple of orgasms playing with my clit and
vagina: I took off my panties before masturbating as I did not want them
completely ruined!  They arrived back at 10:30.  Mrs Collins gave me the
£10 note while he waited in the car.

   The drive would take about twenty minutes, and I had amused myself
planning what I would do to start his seduction.  In the event he made it
easy for me.

   "Have you got a boy-friend yet, Milly?"

   "No!  Boys are silly.  I like grown-up men, strong and handsome like my
daddy.  And you of course."

   He turned to look at me, and then back to look at the road.  Was I just
being polite or was it more?

   "So you think I'm strong and handsome?"

   "Oh yes, Mr Collins.  Do you think I'm pretty?"

   "You're the loveliest girl I've ever seen, Milly."

   "My tits are too small...."

   "They are just right.  Lovely."

   "The boys at school keep asking me to let them touch them.  I get fed up
with it."

   "I can't say I blame them.  If I were a boy in your class I would want
to touch them too."

   "For another ten pounds you can touch them and for twenty touch wherever
you want?"

   "You're teasing me."

   "I mean it."

   "Wherever?"

   "That's what I said, Mr Collins."

   We were just running through Wooten Woods, and there are lay-byes and
picnic parking areas where I know lovers go.  He braked suddenly and turned
right into one of them.  No other cars.

   The sharp turn had made me slide again across the seat, and this time I
stayed pressed against him.  He reached behind to where he had put his
jacket, pulled out a wallet, a twenty, and handed it to me.  "Here you
are," he said, and murmured "Wherever!" as he put the wallet on the
dashboard.

   He pulled me even closer and cupped my breast with his left hand,
feeling it though the tight cotton.  Now I felt his left hand slipping up
over n my bare tummy, under my cropped top and up to my breast.  I was not
wearing a bra as I meant this or something like it to happen.  I knew I was
wet again as he fingered my nipple, pulling at it, pushing it in and
letting it pop up again, and then he was fondling both breasts, feeling how
round and firm they were.

   "Lovely, lovely breasts.  So firm and silky.  You are lovely, Milly."

   He had his hand on my thigh, stroking and gripping it, each grasp a
little closer to my crotch.

   "Anywhere, Milly?"

   "Anywhere!"

   His hand cupping the whole of my pussy and my mound, and then his index
finger pressing and rubbing my clitoris and my cunt through the thin nylon.

   I was very, very wet, and I'm sure I was moaning my pleasure.

   He slipped his finger inside my panties, found my clitoris, and was
pushing on it like some lift button, and then pulling on it.

   I remember telling him.  "Yes!  Yes!"

   This must have encouraged him, because now he had both hands inside my
panties....  I hoped he had not torn them as they were a present from
daddy....  one finger rubbing my clitty, the other inside my vagina,
finger-fucking me.

   I lost it!  I came!  Quietly, yes.  After all this was a public place
though it seemed deserted.  But quite fiercely, and I'm sure he could feel
my body tense, and my cunt gripping and releasing his finger as spasms
ripped through me.  A good one!

   He left his finger in my vagina, but pulled the other hand away and
smelled it, then licked it, and sucked my juices off it.

   "Do something for me, Milly.  You've got me so excited.  You're so
lovely, so sweet, so loving!"

   He took my hand and placed it on his trousers, where, no surprise, I
could feel his cock hard beneath it.

   "We should be going back now or my Mother will be asking questions."

   In fact Mother would be in bed, and I intended to tell daddy all about
this adventure, probably Sunday morning!

   "Please, Milly.  It won't take long."

   "All right, Mr Collins.  Another twenty pounds pocket money and I'll
bring you off...."

   I nearly laughed as he fumbled with his wallet trying to open it with
one hand: he did not want to take his finger out of my snug, warm pussy! 
It fell on the floor.

   I did not laugh, though it was difficult not to.  But I recovered the
wallet, took twenty out of it, and put it back on the dashboard.

   No, it did not take long!  Almost longer to unzip him, get the cock out
from his boxers, admire it in the dim moonlight (cut, big), and then rub my
soft hand up and down it as he groaned and forgot to finger-fuck me.  I
expect it was about two minutes and then with a whispered "Like that!  Yes!
Oh you sweetie!  I'm cumming!"

   With that warning I made sure I pointed the knob at him as he lay back
on the seat, and not at me, just in case Mother was still up.  Three great
spurts of cum splashed all over his trousers and shirt, some even over his
face and hair.

   And that was that.  He wanted to kiss me when we stopped outside my
house, but I said "Another time, and not here, I'd like that."

   I wondered how he would hide or explain all that cum if his wife was
still up!



   Saturday July 19th

   I had breakfast with daddy and my mother.  I told them that my friend
Kate and I were going to get tattoos done, a little blue butterfly each.  I
had a pic of one to show them.

   Mother issued one of her prohibitions: I call the fatwas.

   "Millicent O'Keefe, you are not going to get a tattoo.  Not, you hear
me?"

   "Awe, it's only a tiny one, and on my bottom where no-one but me will
know it's there."

   "Not, Young lady, Not."

   I caught daddy's eye, and he gave a little, helpless shrug.  He looked
so sad.  I often feel a great tenderness for daddy when I see that defeated
look on his face, in his eyes, so sorry for him married to an opinionated
bully.  And it's not as if she is even sexy.  She's obese, a great fat
lump. Fancy having to go to bed every night with that ugly lump, and be
expected to have sex I suppose.  Poor man!  I'm sure he only stays with her
because he loves me, and because she would never divorce.  Against her
bloody religion.

   Daddy would have loved to kiss me on my tattoo.

   Ah well!

   I picked up Kate at her place and we went into town by bus.  Both of us
were dressed to kill, and we had decided to dress like sisters when we
chatted.  Both of us were wearing cropped white tops and denim shorts.  The
tops nicely fitting, the shorts short and tight.  Trainers.  I giggled when
I saw her.  Jail bait, Kate!

   I held her hand while she had the tattoo done.  It will look great on
her cute bum!  I'll sleep over her place one night nex week, and I'll
certainly enjoy seeing it, though I expect it won't be healed enough to
kiss her on it.

   The young guy who did it suggested she could have another on her breast.
"How about a red and black one?"

   One was enough, thank you.

   We giggled about the guy as we left the tattoo parlour.

   "Hey Milly, did you see his stiffy when I took my panties off?"

   "Yeah!  You really got him going, but you've a lovely bum, Kate.  Ooooh!
I fancied it then too,"

   "I reckon he wanted a peep at my tits too.  Tattoo!"

   Kate's got lovely tits, not quite as developed as mine, but while mine
are round "like champagne glasses" daddy once said hers are taller, more
conical and just as firm.

   We went for our stroll along Market Street and into the shopping centre.
Nice and cool in there, and lots of good clothes shops to look at.  I had
money to burn, of course, but was more in a mood for looking than buying.

   Lots of guys were in the mood for looking too!  All looking at the two
nubile twelve-year-old girls giggling, parading, tempting.

   Every bench was full of men, the younger and middle-aged ones waiting
for partners in the clothes shops, the older ones just chilling out, all of
them perving me and Kate as we ambled past, chatting and laughing. 
Laughing mostly at them.  I had not told Kate about Mr Collins (or daddy
either), as I don't trust her enough not to gab to another girl, one of her
boy-friends, and both men could be in deep shit if it got out!  Me too! 
But we laughed at their drooling looks, and guessed whether we had left
them with hard cocks.

   I always get wet pants when I see those looks, but it's the older guys
for me, while Kate fancies younger studs.

   Daddy says there are two sorts of guys, those who lust after teenage
girls and would fuck them if they had the chance, and those that just lust
after them but are fright.

   I wonder what it would be like to pick one of them up, a nice-looking,
well-built man, and let him make me cum: make him cum perhaps.

   One day, I promised myself.



   Sunday July 20th.

   Sundays are special, and have been for over two years now, since daddy
started to really love me!

   Sunday morning is daddy's .....  and mine.

   As usual Mother went off to Mass at about nine thirty, just as I was
dressing for daddy's pleasure....  and mine.  Daddy is not Christian, or
anything, and although I'm supposed to be by my Mother I'm not either, and
she knows it.  So she has given up trying to make me go to Mass, and I'm
not going to be confirmed.  I think that was about the only of Mother's
"fatwas" daddy really stood up against, and he had good reasons.  His
Sunday mornings are special too.

   I would have a lot to confess!  I giggled at that thought as I slipped
on the black nylon panties that daddy had never yet seen on me.  No bra,
and just the top of my silk shortie nightie.  And downstairs to the living
room, daddy sitting on the sofa in shorts and t-shirt.

   "Ta ra!"

   I pirouetted, showing off my legs and at least the back of my panties.
Daddy stood up and I rushed over, arms around his neck, lips offering to be
kissed, and as his lips met mine my hand on his cock, holding it through
his thin cotton shorts.  No underpants, I knew: he never wore any Sunday
mornings.  His hands on my bottom, one on the nylon, one inside on my bare
flesh.  Our tongues in and out each others' mouths.

   I wondered if I would get so wet, daddy so hard, if we could do this
every day and not only Sundays.  I think I would as I get excited just
thinking about him, in my bed alone at night, on the bus, in class at
school, wherever and often!

   AS we embraced I felt his cock go from half-hard to stiff and ready.  I
lifted my leg between his until it rubbed on his cock.

   "Upstairs or downstairs, angel!"

   "Here, daddy.  Now!  It's so long between Sundays...."

   I slipped my hands up under his shirt, feeling his mass of curly hair,
and pulling at the shirt.  He helped me take it off, and we kissed again,
this time my hands across his naked back....  those muscles always make me
dizzy with passion.

   He sat me on the sofa, my legs open and knelt in front of me: he lifted
my legs so they were over his shoulders his head between them, and then he
pulled me the few inches towards him till my bum on the very edge of the
sofa.  His face was so close to me I could feel his breath on my pussy.  He
must have looked at it for several seconds and then I felt his lips as he
gently kissed my pussy-lips.  I wax them because daddy first kissed me
there before I had any hairs and I know he loves the smoothness of my real
little-girl pubes.  My honey-pot he calls it!  I was already hot and
excited and soon with his lips pulling at my clitty and then his tongue
circling my hole and then slipping just a bit right into my vagina I was
gushing juices all over his face.  I clamped my legs tight around his head,
like he loves it, and could feel the stubble of his cheeks against my
tender thighs.  In this position I could lift my hips up and down so my
pussy raked up and down his face, his nose and chin rubbing on me as well
as his tongue and lips.  I know daddy loves the scent of my cunt when I do
this, loves to feel his face bathed in my juices.  In seconds, it seemed, I
was cumming, daddy sucking and licking franticly.

   He stood up in front of me and I unbuttoned his shorts, pulled the zip
down, and tugged them so they fell to his ankles.  As he stepped out of
them His cock waved through the air, and a drop of cum fell on the
carpet... that sort of precum does not stain like real cum, which I would
have had to wipe up later.  I kissed the knob while holding one of his hard
little butt-cheeks in each hand.

   "Suck me sweetie...  I haven't cum for days and there'll be a lot!"

   "Daddy, I'd rather you fucked me.  I long to feel you in me, squirting
in me...  Please, daddy.  Pretty please."

   I knew what the answer would be as it always was .....  "You're too
young!  I'd hurt you with my cock and in any case I haven't got any condoms
so I'd probably knock you up.  I'm going to one day, though, when you're a
bit older and bigger...."

   I was wrong.  This time was different!

   "We'll see."

   My heart nearly stopped!  He hadn't said no!  My daddy was going to fuck
me.  At last!

   He turned round and opened a drawer in the sideboard.  A present: pink
paper wrapping and a pink ribbon.

   He sat beside me as I opened it, and I was astonished....  excited but
gob-smacked.

   I knew what a dildo is and what it's for: this one was bigger than the
one I had seen in the Collins' bedroom, and was black.  I measured it
against daddy's real thing...  it was a about the same length, but the knob
was bigger, the shaft broader, and it was black.

   "Let's see if you are really big enough." He felt in my crease.  "You're
certainly wet enough.  Now you push it in, gently, slowly, and stop the
moment it hurts."

   I wiped it up and down over my vagina opening to get the plastic nice
and slick and then pushed it at my little hole.  the knob went half-in but
stopped and I had to push quite hard before it suddenly popped in followed
by a couple of inches of the shaft.  It felt full, but did not hurt so I
pushed more till the rim at the end was all that was outside me.

   "See daddy!  Doesn't hurt!  Feels full!  Nice!"

   I pulled it out and pushed it in again.  This was good!  Better than my
fingers.  Daddy leaned over and turned the rim on the end.  It hummed as
the motor worked the vibrator.

   "Oooooh!  Daddy!  That's lovely!  Oh I'm gonna cum again...."

   This was a real big one, especially as I was diddling my clit with the
other hand while I pushed it in and out.  A real, real, real big one!

   Afterwards daddy looked at the dildo carefully and smiled.

   "No blood!"

   I laughed.

   "You should have asked, daddy.  I lost that years ago in PE, using the
vaulting horse.  I thought it was my period early, but it was just my
cherry broken by the strain of the vault!"

   "We'll have to get you fixed up with birth control and then we'll fuck.
Promise!  Now suck me off nicely, angel."

   I'd had a big cum.  Daddy's was massive with more cum than I could
swallow all at once, and it dripped down my chin onto my tits.  Daddy
licked me clean and then kissed me and told me what we would do to get me
birth control.



   Monday July 21st

   Monday morning I told Mother I was going to the skate-park in town, but
went round to daddy's office.

   In the car he told me what I must say at the clinic, and what I must not
say!  It was easy really: I just had to pretend I was hopelessly in love
with a boy my age, not my daddy!  That we were having lots of oral sex, and
we both wanted to do it properly.  I should say I was afraid we would
certainly get carried away by our love one day, and I would get pregnant.
It is so difficult to stop half way.  I loved him, loved sex, and wanted it
so much.  He was the only boy I was at all interested in....  Etcetera.

   The lady at the clinic was quite old, but very nice and understanding...
she started by telling me not to be nervous and that she was young once. 
She made sure I was really happy with sex, and then asked me about my
periods.  These have been regular for six months now, and that was ok.  The
last one ended on Saturday, a couple of days ago, and she said the pills
she was giving me would work immediately since my period had just ended. 
She gave me enough for the first month and a prescription for two more
months.  I should come back for another consultation and prescription just
before those ran out.

   She said I would find real sex was lovely, but since neither me nor my
boy-friend had done it before it might take a few goes before we got it
right, but not to worry as we would eventually.

   I looked serious, trying not to giggle.....  I was sure daddy knew how
to!

   It was as easy as that.  She knew my daddy had brought me, but I told
her my Mother must not know...

   I waited till we were in his car before I kissed daddy, swallowed the
first pill, and wished we could fuck there and then!



   Tuesday July 22nd.

   Rained all day and I was stuck indoors.  I started my summer project
"The Romans in Market Wrighton"....  that's the little place where we live.
This sort of thing must have been much more difficult before the internet!

   Kate's gone to their place in Cyprus with her mother.  Bummer!



   Wednesday July 23rd.

   Aunt Brigid arrived with Connor.  Seems it was planned she would spend a
couple of days with her sister, my Mother, but nobody tells me anything,
and it was a bad surprise.

   Aunt Brigid is prim and churchy like her sister, but not obese like
Mother.  No, this one is thin and mean-faced.  She brought her snotty son
with her, my cousin Connor...  he's ten.  The real bad news is they've
moved a camp-bed into my room and he'll share it with me.  I'm going to
have to be very careful he doesn't find my hidey-hole under the wardrobe
floor!

   The first thing Connor says to me in my room is "You've good tits.  Let
me feel them..."

   He's only ten, but a randy little sod.  Ugly too!  God!  I hate boys!



   Thursday July 24th

   Last night I had to masturbate using my fingers not the dildo, and
waiting till I thought Snotty was asleep.

   This morning Snotty Connor was on at me again to feel my breasts, and I
had to turn my back when I was dressing, but I wouldn't put it past him
sneaking a peep while I was asleep or at the keyhole of the bathroom.  He
really is a randy little sod, and I'm fed up with his continually on at me
about my tits.  If I let him have a feel would he stop pestering me I
wonder?

   But things looked up in the evening when I was baby-sitting for Mrs
McWilliam's daughter Toyah.  She is ten, and it seems strange that a
twelve-year old girl has to baby-sit someone just two years younger, but I
have already got a good reputation as sensible and mature for my years, so
am always the first choice.

   They were going out early, so I was collected at seven and they would be
out till eleven.  Four hours at £2.50 an hour, and Young Toyah really was
never a problem.  A pretty little girl with her father's colouring (a sort
of light golden brown....  his family was from the West Indies apparently)
but her mother's features and golden hair, she was always very happy, calm
and gentle when I baby-sat her as I often did.  This time Mrs McWilliams
told me as she left that Toyah had not been bathed and needed one.  "Be an
angel, Milly, and make sure she bathes, and doesn't make a mess on the
bathroom floor....  keep an eye on her, please."

   I agreed of course.  Harmless request and all part of the service: I
knew I would get a good tip for the extras.

   I decided to get the bathing out of the way first and Toyah into her
bed-things ready for bedtime at nine.

   As she stood beside me while I ran her bath for her I noticed that she
had those little mounds and puffy nipples that showed puberty was not far
away.  No hair yet on her pussy of course and those pretty little labia
were tight closed, but her pubic mound seemed rounder and larger.  Her cute
little bottom jutted out provocatively: she was pretty now and would
obviously be a real beauty in a few years' time.  That golden hair and
honey-bronze skin-tone was a devastating combination.

   When she had soaked for a minute or two I had her kneel in the warm
water so I could soap her.

   She indeed had the beginnings of breasts, and her nipples were hard,
erect under my palms as my soapy hands slid over her body.  It was as I was
soaping that cute bottom I remembered the first time daddy had caressed me
sexually.

   Mostly Mother still bathed me back then but this time for a reason I
forget it was daddy who did it.  He started with my shoulders and chest,
just as I did with Toyah, and it was when he made my nipples stiffen and I
just began to get what I had started calling 'the nice feeling' in my
crotch that our eyes met.  He was still smiling but he had that strange,
concentrated look I had begun to notice when older men looked at me
Saturday mornings in town.  I smiled at him, and he looked down at my
crotch, like I was now looking at Toyah's pretty little place as I
remembered what he did next.

   Like me with Toyah he started soaping my back, and almost immediately he
was caressing my bottom under the pretext of washing me, but then his
fingers passed over my arse-hole, first lightly and then pressing against
it.  This was the first time I ever experienced any pleasure from there,
and it was the same sort that my nipples could give me.

   He turned me round, and was washing my pussy, stroking my labia for a
long time, soaping me very very thoroughly.  He must have been struggling
against the temptation, but finally giving into it, because I felt him part
my pussy lips and slide his finger into my crease.  I reckon the
slipperiness in there was not soap!

   I remember deliberately giving a little sigh and whispering "Yes....". I
knew what daddy was doing was naughty, but it felt so good.  And then he
touched my clitoris and I gave a little yelp, startled by the sudden
sensation so much stronger than before.  He took his hand away, as if
scalded, but I clutched at it and pulled it down again.

   "More..."

   "Feels good, angel?"

   "Lovely, daddy.  Don't stop...."

   That was my first orgasm, and next Sunday the first day I refused, like
daddy, to go to Mass, had our successful row with Mother, and started our
weekly love-making with daddy gradually teaching me how to satisfy him, and
what he could do increase my pleasure, a journey we are still on, with
another huge step promised when daddy fucks me.....  though he won't be
able to until Aunt Brigid and Connor go back to the bleak north!

   All these thoughts whirled through my mind as I stroked that pretty
golden pussy, the lips so viginally closed and already slightly fuller than
a real pre-pubescent girl would have, bare of hair, enticing.  Like my
daddy did I slipped my finger inside and found her wet, aroused.  I
fingered her up and down her inner lips, pressing on the opening of her
vagina, and then gently pressing her still-small clitoris.

   "Ooooh!  What's that?  Oh!, Yes!"

   Two handed now I played with her lips and clit with an index finger, and
slipped an index finger into her tight vagina.  That was moist as well.

   No protests, so I started to finger fuck her while rubbing and pulling
at her clitty.

   Those lovely deep brown eyes met mine, amazed at first, then smiling,
then almost drowsy as lust took over, filling her young, half-formed body.
She was so pretty like this.  I was hot, wet, aroused but had no hand free
to masturbate so it was my pleasure to watch her cum and not to cum myself.

   I thought she would fall over in the bath as the orgasm tore through her
and kneeling she wobbled, eyes shut, a look almost of pain on her young
face.

   "What was that?"

   "Was it nice?"

   "Better than nice, Awesome!"

   "It's called cumming, and now you've done it once you will want it a lot
I'm sure.  I do!  And you can do it for yourself, especially in bed at
night."

   I wrapped her in a fluffy towel and we went down stairs and watched
several Simpsons repeats....  something we could both enjoy.  But mostly I
enjoyed her head on my shoulder, her arm round my neck, my hand resting on
her tummy, fingers resting on her pussy lips, palm on her mons.

   "Would you like to show you something even better, an even better way of
cumming, Toyah?"

   "Oh please."

   "We need to be naked."

   She really was a delight, so smooth, slender, with her colouring, blonde
hair, puffy little nipples and lovely little mound and labia.  It was
partly those memories of little Millicent O'Keefe being shown a glimpse of
the adult world by her daddy but it was also a new-found interest in this
pretty little girl with her lovely little pussy that made my own cunt wet,
my own clitoris hard and demanding to be caressed.

   I stood in front of this vision of pre-pubescent loveliness as I
undressed, finally taking my bra off and then slowly lowering my own
panties.  I was glad I had put on nice, sexy lingerie: I always do when I'm
baby-sitting if it's for a couple where I fancy the male half of it!

   "I wish I had tits like yours, Milly."

   "You will, Toyah.  You've started already, and they will be lovely I'm
sure, especially as your mummy has a great figure: I think breasts grow
better if you cum a lot, often....."

   "Oh!  I will, I'm sure." She giggled.  "It's a bit naughty, isn't it?'

   "No!  Every girl does it, and boys too.  But what I'm going to do now
really is naughty and you must never tell anyone what we are going to do.
Promise?"

   "Cross my heart..."

   I sat beside her and hugged her to me.

   "Do you want to learn how to kiss like grown-up girls do, Toyah?"

   "Yes, please."

   She had turned her face towards me and I kissed her on the lips, my
mouth open so it was a wet kiss, my tongue entering her mouth.  I felt her
tense a moment with the surprise at this invasion, but then relax, and her
own tongue tentatively entered mine, She obviously liked that as she hugged
me closer, and her lips pressed harder on mine, and we were kissing
properly, passionately.

   My cue to rest my hand again between her legs, which I felt open an inch
or so more to encourage me.

   We were laying down side-by-side on the settee now, and I took one of
her pretty little brown nipples between my lips and titillated it.

   "Big girls don't only kiss on the lips, Toyah."

   "It's nice when you lick my titties!"

   "How about this, then?"

   I turned her on her back and pulled her legs wide apart, long, slender
legs already: she was going to be a real beauty one day!  Her pussy was so
pretty, tight-closed and virginal, a lighter golden brown than her belly,
and so so kissable.  I opened her labia with finger and thumb and the
scarlet inside was in shocking contrast to the honey gold of her gently
swelling mound.  Her clitoris was already stiff, a little pearl in the
glistening crease.

   She gave a little start when I kissed those other lips, but when I
slipped my tongue inside to her nicely slippery crease she gave a little
sigh, relaxed and opened her legs just a wee bit more, a clear invitation
which I took up eagerly.  She moaned as my tongue caught in her vagina
opening, and again as it passed over her nub, little and half-formed, but
stiff and from her little squeak of pleasure and the way she raised her
hips developed enough to have sensitivity to the sucking and licking I now
gave it.

   I would have rubbed my own clitty, but I had one hand on her left
nipple, squeezing and pulling at it, and my other under her bottom, resting
between her buttocks, my index finger pressing on her anus.

   I stopped for a moment to admire her pretty body again, but she clutched
at my head and forced it down again.

   "Don't stop!  It's so nice!"

   I was licking up and down mow, my nose rubbing her as well as my lips.
Each time my tongue passed over her clitoris I paused and pulled at it with
pursed lips.  Her hips were moving under me, and then I felt her whole body
tense.

   "Ooooooooh!"

   Good job there was no-one else in the house as her cry of joy echoed
round the room.

   "That was even bigger." She paused, remembering the word,
"cumming......"

   We sat hugging each other watching the television for a long time, Toyah
with her hand on my breast, the other resting on my tummy.  I was just
enjoying her head on my shoulder and her young body close to mine.

   "Can I do it to you, Milly.  I'd like to..."

   "Her voice was timid and shy, so naive and so sexy."

   "Of course.  I'd love that!  I feel real horny!"

   And so the little innocent learned the pleasures of lesbian love, the
satisfaction you get giving another person the ultimate pleasure, and I had
the relief my body craved.

   When her parents came back I was able to report that she was tucked up
and asleep, and that we had an uneventful evening.



   Friday July 25th

   Nothing interesting.  Worked on my holiday task a bit: it will be easy
as there is lots to cut and paste, and plenty of pics,

   Connor still pesters me!





   Saturday July 26th

   I woke up quite early and went to the kitchen to get a cup of tea.

   When I got back to bed Connor was gone...  to the bathroom I guess, and
I sat up in bed with my laptop.  There was an email from my best friend
Kate.  She's in Cyprus where her family have a villa.  She, her brothers
and mother go there every school holiday, and her daddy joins them when he
can.  She's having fun, and says I would like the men as they are fit and
tanned, and all strong!  She attached a photo of her on the beach in a tiny
white bikini, With her pretty, pixie face, together in one bed whether her
place or mine, and there's plenty of hugging and kissing.  She's got a nice
body, fit, and good breasts: That bikini showed them off real well.  I
loved sucking and kissing them (she did mine too!), and we always had good
sixty-nines, bringing each other off often together, which is good.

   I looked at the pic again.  Real sexy!  And remembered my evening with
Toyah.  No Connor, so I could wank a bit.  My cunt was wet and slippery as
I started reminding myself about Toyah's hairless pussy, and Kate's with
its fleece of fine, straight hairs.  I looked at the bikini and imagined
myself pulling the bra down, undoing the bows at each side of the thong,
licking her nipples, and tonguing her down over her tanned belly, down to
the swelling mound and through her pubic hair, and into her hairless pussy
lips....

   I was well on my way to cumming when Connor came back.

   Shit!

   But I was real horny, and I looked at him naked to the waist his pyjamas
slung low at his hips and about to fall off completely, and thought "Why
not?"

   "Hey, Connor.  You want to feel my tits?  Come here."

   He scampered to the bed and was under the sheets beside me almost before
I could put the laptop on the floor, pressing his thin body against me and,
yes, feeling my breasts through my cotton nightie.

   " I knew they'd be good!  Can I see them now?"

   "You take your pyjamas off and I'll take my nightie off."

   Now his hands were on my bare flesh, stroking, squeezing, feeling my
nipples: they had been hard all morning, just as my cunt had been wide
awake.

   "You like them?"

   "They're great."

   "You can kiss them."

   His mouth was as good on my tits as any other mouth, sucking and
nibbling my nipples, licking the flesh of my breasts, and when I felt down
I found a hard little pecker.

   Why not?  I felt real horny and he was there and ready.

   I threw the duvet off, and was down on him before he knew what was
happening, taking the tiny little rod into my mouth.

   "What.....?  Ooooh yes!"

   He almost forgot to fondle me as the new sensation filled him, but his
hands were soon roaming.  Now he could see the whole of me, it was not only
my tits, but my belly, my arse, my thighs....  and my pussy.  But only the
outside of my pussy.  I suppose he did not know the way in!

   "I'm gonna piss, Milly.  Stop!  I'm gonna piss!"

   "No you're not!  Shut up and enjoy!"

   I sucked again.  It was easier than with daddy as his cock was so small,
and I knew he would not have any spunk yet.  But he was certainly able to
cum, and I felt his hands grabbing me too hard, his whole body tense, and
knew he was having an orgasm, certainly the first of his young life.  You
never forget your first!

   "What was that?"

   "You came.  Was it good?"

   "Yeah!  Do it again."

   His pecker was still hard!

   "You kiss my pussy first.  My turn now."

   "Yuck!  No bloody fear!"

   "You do it, or I'll confess everything to Aunt Brigid and Mother's
fucking priest.  Anyway you'll love it.  Guys all love it."

   I turned round on the bed so my pussy was by his face and pulled his
head onto my crotch.  I'm hairless and smooth, so my mons must have felt a
bit like my breasts: anyway, he licked and kissed it.

   "Lower.  Kiss my lips,"

   It was a tentative kiss at first, but then I felt his tongue slip
between them.  Moments later he had pulled the lips apart and was licking
and kissing me properly.  That was all I needed I was so worked up, and his
first cunnilingus lasted only a couple of minutes before I was coming.

   "That was nice, Connor.  Now I've got to get up.  Things to do...  You
better get back to your bed in case someone comes in."

   So the day started well, and it got better when I learned my aunt and
Connor were going back on Sunday.  And then worse when I learned daddy
would drive them to the airport Sunday morning.  I would not lose my
virginity for yet another week!



   Sunday July 27th.

   I should have been in bed with daddy.  Instead it was home alone, Mother
at Mass, daddy at the airport, me on my bed with my dildo and a porn movie
on my laptop.



   Monday July 28th.

   Another nothing day.

   But daddy came home from work and announced he had two tickets for the
last day of the test match, and I was to go with him.  Mother hates sport
so she was not surprised there was no ticket for her.  She hates a lot of
things, and doesn't like much.



   Tuesday July 29th.

   The best day of my life!

   Daddy said it did not really matter how I dressed and the main thing was
to be comfortable.  So I put on my white tennis skirt and a plain white
cotton top, with my new pink trainers, and no socks.  I decided not to take
a sun-hat as the forecast was only for 'sunny intervals'.  I put on my very
best, sexiest undies, the black nylon ones that are partly see-through:
after all I was going out with the man I loved most in the world.

   We parked in town and took the train up to London and then a taxi. 
Daddy did not ask for Lords or St Johns Wood, but I supposed he knew what
he was doing and enjoyed sitting close to him and pointing things out in
the street.  We stopped in a quiet street with lots of tall, grand houses
and I supposed it must be somewhere round the back of the cricket ground.

   But as we turned the corner on foot there was a huge, grand hotel.

   "Surprise!" Daddy said.

   My heart nearly stopped as I realised that the tickets had been a cover
story: we were going to go to a hotel together, like all the secret lovers
in the novels I sometimes read.  I gripped his hand tightly as we crossed
the quite busy, huge atrium of the hotel lobby.

   "Have we got to check in, daddy?"

   I was worried there might be trouble, a forty-odd years man with a
just-teenage girl....

   "No.  I did that yesterday.  Straight up to our room."

   And in fact no-one took any notice at all at a man and what was clearly
his daughter.  That they were lovers was our secret, and ours only. 
Lovely!

   In the room, the door locked behind us, he took me in his arms, hugged
me, and kissed me, all tongues, and hands on my bottom, up under my skirt.
I could feel his lovely hard cock pressing against me.

   "I should have carried you over the threshold, angel, but that seemed a
bit risky.  Pity as this is our honeymoon day!"

   "Oh, daddy, I've wanted this so much."

   "Me too, angel, and we've got all day to enjoy each other."

   Then he picked me up and laid me gently on the bed, pulling my trainers
off and putting them neatly under the bedside cabinet.  I watched him take
his own shoes and socks off and then he lay on the bed beside me.

   We were kissing again, and playing my favourite kissing game of pushing
your tongue right in his mouth and then letting him force his into yours,
over and over.  Very passionate!  And better still he had his hand up my
skirt and was stroking my bottom.  Daddy loves my bottom, and has got a
thing for knickers too: he likes pretty bras, but sexy knickers on me
really get him going.  I was so glad I was wearing lingerie he had not seen
before, and dead sexy stuff at that!

   I'm sure the crotch of my panties would be damp as he had really got me
going, what with the lovely surprise and his passionate lips: and of course
the promise that today, on this bed, I would finally be able to give him
the gift of my cherry, my virgin cunt so hot for him.

   But he was taking his time, and I liked that too.  I had imagined that
when he finally fucked me it would be sudden and a bit rough: daddy is so
strong and masculine.  But even nicer, it was as if he was seducing me,
fondling my pussy through my panties, feeling the dampness of my cunt-lips,
pressing on my clitoris through the nylon.  Then he slipped his finger up
the loose leg of the knickers and really felt the slippery warmth of my
pussy, sliding his finger tip up and down.

   He took his hand away, and sucked on his glistening finger, murmuring
"Lovely".

   Now it was my tits of course, feeling them through the two layers of
cloth, so only pressing the firmness and feeling my nipples, which were
completely hard, and aching to be tweaked and sucked.

   "Pull my top off, daddy."

   And now he was stroking my breasts, cupping them and feeling their shape
under the thin, almost transparent black nylon.

   "I think you like my undies almost as much as me naked, daddy!"

   "A beautiful body deserves lovely lingerie, angel."

   "And I've got a beautiful body?"

   "Mmmm.  Take them off, and your panties.  I want to have you naked."

   I turned on my side and he undid the catch, and then on my back I pulled
my panties down, raising my bum, and then both legs to slip them over my
ankles.  I deliberately gave him the best view of my legs, which I know are
long, slender and very elegant.

   He was impatient and pulled at my bra, which was still loosely cupping
my tits.

   "Don't tear it:it's flimsy.  let me."

   So naked, he had his mouth immediately on my right nipple, sucking at it
like a babe while, like a real male, he squeezed and fondled the same
breast.  I could feel the pleasure in my pussy as if there is an invisible
thread, a sort of electric wire joining my nipples to my clitty....  Jeez,
I was feeling horny, and even more when he moved his lips to my naked pussy
and slid his tongue between my lips.  He loves me hairless...  I think
because he has been sucking me off since I was ten, before I had any hairs
at all down there.  or perhaps because men really prefer hairless babes...
I don't know!  But I do know it's like a magnet pulling his head down
there!

   I felt him up for the first time in bed today, and he was hard, of
course.

   "Not fair daddy!  I'm naked for you and you're still dressed."

   "Oh!  Angel!"

   He sat up and was pulling his shirt over his head to show me the broad,
hairy chest and huge biceps that turn me on so much, and then lifted his
bum, trousers down, no pants, hard, dribbling cock!

   He went down as if to continue sucking me off, but I pulled his head
away.

   "No, daddy.  Fuck me!  Grown up sex today, Fuck me.  I've waited so
long."

   "Are you sure, angel?"

   "Jeez, daddy, I want it as much as you.  More even!  Do me now!"

   I opened my legs wide....

   He was on top of me in a moment, propped on one elbow, the other hand
holding his cock and rubbing it up and down in my slit.  What with his
pre-cum and my excitement it was sliding easily up and down, and I think I
could even feel wetness soaking down towards my arsehole.  His cock rested
exactly over my vagina....

   "Oh yes!  Push, daddy!"

   He pushed.  I raised my hips and his knob sort of popped in suddenly,
followed by a slower, more gradual motion as his haft slid up me, his knob
stretching my cunt, until his hairy pubes were right against my
little-girl-naked pussy.

   "OK, angel?"

   Daddy was already pulling slowly out and then pushing slowly in again.

   "It feels very full, daddy....  but it's nice."

   He was fucking me properly now, slowly and gently but I found that if I
moved down the bed just and inch then his cock raked against my clitty at
the same time as his knob rubbed against my vagina.  Now that was a bit
better than nice.  In fact....

   "Fuck me harder, daddy!  It's good.  Fuck me faster!  I'm not a china
doll....  I won't break.  Go on!  As hard and fast as you want."

   I already had my arms round his back, and now I managed to link my
ankles just above his bum so we were like one body as he fucked me.  His
hips were the only part of his body moving as he hugged me, but these
humped up and down driving his cock into me, raking my clit, bashing the
end of my vagina with his knob, bringing me closer and closer....

   "Oh my god!  I'm cumming, daddy!  Cumming!  Aaaaaa."

   Daddy just fucked harder and faster than ever as spasm after spasm
filled me with pleasure.  I had never had an orgasm that just went on and
on, but this did.  And Daddy was sweating now with the effort as he fucked
me, my hands slipping in the sweat on his back.  My lovely daddy!  And
then...

   "Me too, angel.  God, yes.  Oh yes!"

   My orgasm was still there but dying away as he came with four huge
lunges into me.  I imagined all that lovely spunk spurting up into me.... a
woman now.  Daddy's woman!  Daddy's favourite sex-partner.

   We were silent, hugging each other for what seemed long minutes.  I
think we were both astounded at the force of our orgasms, at the immense
pleasure we had felt.

   His cock was still hard, and in my cunt.  Usually when he had fucked me
in the mouth or between my tits it went limp for a while after cumming, but
this time it was still firm and manly, still stretching my vagina.

   I broke the silence.

   "We should have done that long ago, daddy.  They said it was good, but I
had no idea how good."

   "My lovely, lovely, sexy daughter.  My pretty little tight-cunted girl.
It was the best ever for me.  Ever."

   He was stroking my breasts again, and I was fondling his hard-muscled
bum.....  very sexy!, and his sweaty back.  I would have loved to lick that
too, but had to satisfy myself with his salty, hairy chest!

   "Let's do it again, daddy!"

   "Mmmm.  Kneel down for me and we'll do it doggy, from behind."

   I know my daddy likes my bottom even more than my titties: he's always
putting his hand up my skirt when no-one's looking and stroking my bottom.
I sometimes think he likes my bum even more when I'm wearing panties as he
nearly always caresses me through the nylon (I always wear grown-up
lingerie now and have quietly binned all my little-girl cotton knickers).
Sometimes it would be just as easy to slip his hands inside and feel me
naked.  But my Teenage Girls Magazine says that nearly all men find good
lingerie very sexy, so that explains it.

   But he likes my naked bottom too, and as I knelt down, wiggling my arse
a bit to tease him, looking over my shoulder and smiling at him, pursing my
lips to provoke him, he parted my bum-cheeks and held tham wide apart, and
as he knelt behind me he planted a wet kiss right on my arse-hole.  I knew
what would come next and could hardly wait...  Yes!  his tongue circling
round my secret place, and then slipping inside.  It tickles when he sticks
his tongue in my arse, but I love it.  I mean really, rilly, rilly love it,
and I think it shows how much he loves me.  One day I'll let him fuck me
there, but the girls in the playground say it hurts (I expect Jenny who
told me knows all right....  she's a real slut!), and daddy is rather big
for my tiny little hole.  And after all he's only taken my "girlie
virginity" a few minutes ago, so no harm in waiting a week or two for my
"male" version!

   He licked me nicely for a long time, and finally I had to remind him
that I was desperate to be fucked again.

   I saw him smile, but he knelt up and held his cock in his right hand,
rubbing it up and down my crease from behind.

   "Not up my bum, daddy.  Not yet...."

   "My angel!  In where nature intended...."

   It was probably the mixture of my hot juices, his dribbling knob-eye,
and the load of cum he had already deposited inside me, but his cock slid
so easily in, and there was nothing gentle about the way he fucked me, his
thighs bashing into my bottom, his knob banging the end of my cervix: I
guess it was that anyway.

   My magazine says it is difficult for a man to stop himself cumming,
which is why they sometimes cum before you.  Not my daddy, I thought.  He
made me cum all right before cumming himself!

   But this time I thought it would be nice to let the dog off the leash,
as it were, let him cum in his own time.  I was sure if he came that would
be so exciting I would cum too.

   His thighs crashing into me were like being spanked I thought.  And that
kinky thought triggered me.

   "Oh my God!  I', gonna.  Yes!  Oh yes!  Oh, daddy, yes.  I'm cumming. 
Cum,daddy.  Fill my little-girl cunny with hot cum.  Oh Jeez yes!"

   I bet he could feel my vagina tighten on him each time that wonderful
spasm raced through my body, piling pleasure on pleasure, and ecstasy of
delight.

   "My lovely, lovely angel, my lovely little girl, daddy's little
dream..."

   And he was cumming too, great thrusts and I imagined huge spurts of hot
daddy-cum deep inside me...

   We fell over sideways, and lay there exhausted, both shattered by our
orgasms, until after a few minutes my ungrateful cunt squeezed his cock
out, with a lot of cum running over my thighs.  It wasn't hard now, and as
I looked at it I felt a sort of tenderness, like a mother would her baby, I
thought.  Nothing macho about this cock now!

   I kept these thoughts to myself, and just whispered that it was getting
better and better, that I loved him so much I could cry I was so happy.  We
kissed: it was passionate all right, but sort of tender and loving!



   I had to scoot into the bathroom when the knocking at the door told us
our room-service order had arrived.

   I heard daddy's and another man's voice briefly and then the door shut
again.

   I giggled when I saw daddy standing there, magnificent but with a white
hotel towel around his waist....

   "What would the room service guy think when he saw yo dressed like that,
the bed all mussed, and my tiny little, sexy black panties and bra laying
on the bed as well."

   "Hotel porters have seen it all, my sweet!  Unshockable, And in any case
I tipped him enough for him to be extra discrete."

   Daddy put the tv on and as he was finding the channel his towel fell
off.

   "Oooh!  La!  La!"

   Limp still....  but his marvellous physique made my clitty wake up
again!

   "We had better make sure we know what's happening, at least roughly
anyhow: it's our alibi.  Now!  Those burgers look good.  I'm taking one of
these: we might as well make use of the time we've got to ourselves!"

   He held up a little blue pill.

   "Blue!  I know what that is, daddy!"

   "Right first time, angel.  when we've satisfied our hunger we'll have a
go at satisfying that other appetite."

   He got up and went to the mini-bar.

   "Coke?"

   "Mmmm".

   "Me too"

   We ate in silence and then.

   "Daddy!  You know when your thighs were slapping against my bottom...."

   "Yup."

   "That reminded me of what I saw when I was being nosey and poking around
at Mr & Mrs Collins, in the drawer by their bed...."

   "Sound interesting!"

   "Was!  Handcuffs, some silk ropes, and a little silk whip.  I bet he
ties her up and whips her a bit.  I bet he spanks her!  Anyway, what with
your thighs crashing into my bottom as if you were spanking me, and
remembering those kinky things in their bedroom, I started thinking it
would be nice to be spanked....  and I came immediately.  Is that dreadful,
daddy?"

   "No, angel.  It's a lovely idea.  Would you like to try it out?  We can
always stop if the real thing is not as sexy as the fantasy!

   "Oh!  Yes, please, daddy.  Let's do it now.  Has your pill worked yet?"

   "Probably not!  But these will!"

   He pulled his case out from under the desk, and in it was another of his
lovely-wrapped parcels.

   "Prezzy for you, angel.  But for daddy too!"

   The sexiest little basque!  I held it against myself and could see it
would fit perfect.  How had he found one so small, small enough for a
twelve-year-old girl with A-cup breasts!  He had, though!  I giggled as I
wondered what he had said to the shop-girl....perhaps he had bought it
online.  Though knowing daddy...

   Daddy sat on the bed and I stood in front of him becoming more and more
horny as his great big fingers struggled to clip the twenty tiny hooks all
the way down the back....  I could see myself in the huge mirror on the
wall opposite the windows (curtains closed!), and like what I saw.  The
basque was mostly red satin, but with black lacy trim.  The satin was shiny
to the touch, and especially over my breasts.  I cupped my hands over them:
a perfect fit, tight of course laced up behind, but I could feel my nipples
through the satin.

   One he had finished lacing me in he gave my bottom a playful smack and I
pretended it hurt!

   "Ouch!"

   The stockings were tan, but not ordinary at all, as they were very silky
and I guessed very expensive.  Fully fashioned, with plain tops, but long
enough to nearly reach my crotch.  Daddy made a great thing of getting the
seams straight, stroking and patting my thighs, and finally doing up the
suspender clips and pulling the stockings up tight.

   I was getting hornier and hornier as I got more and more like a
centre-fold girl....  or porn star with my hairless cunny!

   One more surprise!

   From the suitcase a shoe box....  and inside the loveliest little gold
high-heeled slippers.

   "To match your golden hair, sweetie!"

   I think daddy has a high-heel fetish as well as his lingerie obsession,
as he took an age handling each foot, securing the tiny buckle on the
fragile ankle-straps.  Shoes made for the bedroom, I thought, not the
street!

   Last was a tiny thong, little more than a scarlet and black cup for my
pussy, and almost threadlike strings to each side, tied in bows.  Up the
back just one centimetre wide covered my arsehole!

   I pirouetted in front of the mirror....  I looked every inch daddy's
little whore, and he laughed when I told him that.....  but he was hard
again and leaking pre-cum.

   "Spanking!  Remember, daddy?"

   "How could I forget.  Kneel down again, angel.  Shall I tie your hands?"

   Oh yes, please!"

   "It's only my neck-tie.  I'll have to get some silk ropes like the
Collinses if this is good!"

   "And handcuffs...  with pink fur like hers!"



   Daddy was going to tie my hands behind my back, but I asked him to tie
them together in front...  without telling him why!

   He laughed, but did just that.  I'm afraid it probably spoiled his
lovely silk tie, but it meant I could touch my pussy if I wanted.  And I
did want!  I was hot and horny even before he spanked me.  Of course he did
his worshipping thing first: daddy loves bottoms or at least mine, and he
parted my buttocks again and gave me a lovely kiss and licking, the tip of
his tongue right up inside my bottom-hole.  I nearly weakened, took pity on
him and told him he could fuck me in the arse....  after he had spanked me.
But I didn't.  I'm a bit scaredy-custard about that: I'm sure it would hurt
dreadfully as he's got such a big one and my hole is so tight and tiny. 
One day I'll let him....  but not yet.

   So I just knelt there enjoying his kissing....  he says it's called
"rimming".....  while I started to rub my clitty, which I could reach even
though my hands were tied.

   And then the first slap on my bottom.

   "Ouch!"

   But I wiggled my arse inviting more, and was rewarded by a slap on my
other buttock-cheek, the noise echoing round the room, and I giggled
thinking it must surely be audible in the next room.  That might put lead
in some guy's pencil if he thought a little girlie was being spanked!

   I liked being spanked, and with each resounding slap to my arse I was
getting hotter and hornier: I was diddling my clitty, but it was mainly the
spanking turning me on.

   Daddy stopped for a bit and caressed my arse instead, stroking it,
squeezing it a bit: My bum is nice and rounded when I stand and look at it
in profile in the mirror....  sort of perky and not a trace of any softness
or sagging, no crease under.  There's a pretty little triangular dimple
where the bum crease starts, but my hips are still quite narrow, more like
a boy's than a grown woman's.  Anyway, that's what daddy likes, so it's ok
with me!

   "You're delicious, my pretty little angel.  You sure it's ok?  Your bum
is getting quite red!"

   "It's lovely, daddy.  I'm so horny.  Next time we must have some ropes
so you can tie my ankles down as well....  wide apart like this, though. 
Round the legs of your bed at home, Sunday morning."

   "Oh, yes!"

   More slaps, and then I started to cum.  What really sent me over the top
was remembering what I saw in the Collins' bedroom, and thinking how good
it would be if daddy, me, and Mr and Mrs Collins were all together, me and
her tied up and helpless....  the two big men having their wicked way with
us.  Then I thought Mrs Collins and me tied together so we were
sixty-nining, and the two guys spanking us as we lay side by side sucking
each other off, like me and Kate do.  It was too much......

   "Oh my god!  I'm gonna.....cumming...."

   And at that moment daddy parted my cheeks with both strong hands and
shoved his cock right up me with one great heave!

   Honest, I have never had a cum like that before...  I came, and then
instead of dying away it just went on getting bigger as his hands dug into
my bottom holding me in place and his cock bashed in and out, thighs
smacking into my bottom, knob smashing into the end of my cunt.  I came and
came, and still it went on.  I even stopped diddling my clitty: I did not
need to.  Daddy must have felt my vagina gripping as I came because he
started grunting, hands almost painfully gripping now, and my orgasm
mounted even higher.

   "Daddy, please.  Oh!  It's too good....  "

   He was getting faster and faster, but still so powerful, and then I knew
he was cumming, just at the peak of my third and biggest.

   I had never heard my daddy swear till now but...

   "Oh fuckin ell!  You bloody lovely little fuck.  Shit!  There was never!
Christ on a bicycle what a sweet little fucker!"

   And still those grunts.  If each grunt was a squirt of cum the I must be
really full, I thought.  Lovely.



   We lay apart, very still and very silent for a long, long time.  Me
thinking how great this all was and how I wished we had been doing it for
years, daddy just smiling with a silly grin on his face.  It had been good
for him too!

   After a few minutes he said we needed to shower....  I certainly did as
cum was running down my stockings, and his sweat had soaked into my lovely
basque.....  I had sweated into the bra cups: it would need dry-cleaning,
and the stockings washing!  So he undressed me, undoing all those catches
down the back, and the suspender clips: he was limp and floppy now, looking
like a length of hosepipe more than the truncheon of earlier!

   In the shower hew made a great thing of soaping my tits, and my bottom,
making sure I was squeaky clean inside my cunt lips and even inside my
anus....  at least he said with a laugh that was why he was being so
thorough.  Then it was my turn to soap him, and I too was very thorough
around his cock and balls!  I had read somewhere about men and their
arseholes, how there was a lumpy place inside which acted a bit like a
girl's clitty if you massaged it.  So I decided to give it a try, and stuck
my finger up inside him and had a feel around.

   "Oh, Milly!"

   There it was!  I pressed the sort of lump.  Rubbed it.  Pressed,
released, and hey presto!  in a couple of minutes his cock was hard again.

   I turned round, my back to him, bent over a bit, stuck my bum out and
wiggled it.  There was a handy chrome rail set into the wall I could hang
onto if he wanted some more....  and he did.

   No need to play with my clitty now as it was so alive, my cunt too, that
I just knew I would cum simply from his cock in my cunt, especially as he
was nearly lifting me off the floor with it each time he thrust it in.

   I could see down between my legs that his legs were bent so he was
almost crouching to fuck me: I'm tall for a twelve-year-old but not tall
enough by a long way for him to be comfortable like this.

   But I came again!

   How many was that?  I had lost count.  All I knew was it was plenty and
all great, so much better than oral or fingers!

   Poor daddy!  His knees were trembling with the effort, and finally he
gave up....  still hard, but not going to cum in this position.

   We dried off, and he used the hair-drier on my pony-tail, before we lay
down on the bed again and chose some more eats.  Danish pastries, chocolate
eclaires some smoked salmon sarnies and a pot of Earl Grey.

   We put the cricket on again: the tea interval was just over.

   When the porter knocked I just slipped under the sheet....  though I am
sure he would see I was very petite from my shape under it, and anyway
there was that tiny little basque, the small high-heeled slippers, and the
very very tiny panties some on the floor, some over the edge of the bed. 
Daddy was laying on my stockings, with just a towel over his waist....  a
nice big tent in that too!  I peeked, saw daddy give the young man a
tenner: that should buy discretion, I thought.

   Daddy still had an erect cock after we had finished our snack, probably
because he was feeling my tits a lot of the time.  I love that, too, and I
was still horny too despite all that pleasure.

   I decided to give daddy a rest and also to do what I really enjoy as
well.....  I wanted, suddenly, to taste hot cum!

   "Just lay back, daddy!  It's been lovely, but I really want this now....
and you deserve a rest."

   He was not at all surprised that I started by licking and gently
nibbling his balls: I know he loves this, and so do I.  Apart from the feel
of them so mysterious inside their sac, there's the lovely daddy-scent from
his balls, even after a shower.  But I expect he was not expecting my
spit-lubricated finger up his bum again, seeking out that spot I had
discovered in the shower, with the help of some magazine or other.

   I had wondered if he would come again after so much sex, and if he came
would there be any hot daddy-juice for me to taste.

   I need not have worried: as my head bobbed up and down, my now-loose
blonde hair tickling his belly, I looked at him full in the eyes, but with
what I hoped was an admiring and dreamy sort of look.  My magazine again:
men love to see that admiration on your face when you are kneeling to suck
them off (not that I was kneeling.  More laying down half over him, my tits
pressed against him).  My finger must have been touching him up just right
as he gave a sort of groan and his hips rose, pushing his cock right deep
in my mouth.  I nearly gagged, and then managed to get my tongue over the
eye of his knob just as the first spurt of hot, slippery spunk filled my
mouth.  And I mean filled!  Then a second and a third, before it just
twitched and oozed, my head still now.

   What a marvellous macho man!  What a miracle!  All those cums and still
a lovely mouthful for his adoring Milly!

   I kissed him on the lips while I still had some cum in my mouth, as I
always do, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth to taste too, as he
always does.

   And that was it!  I sat in a deep armchair in the foyer with his little
suitcase while he checked out amid a crowd of tourists checking in, and it
was home.

   Mother was not interested in our day.  "I can't understand what you see
in it, wasting the whole day like that!"

   Daddy caught my eye and smiled, raising one eyebrow and then winking. 
It was all I could do not to giggle....  if only Mother knew how much we
had enjoyed the game!



   Wednesday July 30th.

   Boring day.  Rained in the morning.

   Thursday July 31st.

   Another nothing day.  But tomorrow I'm baby-sitting Toyah for the
McWilliams again.  Something to look forward to.  I could fancy him and his
wife, but have a feeling neither of them would fall for me, not like Mr
Collins.  She was pretty too, for a woman of her age, but not as nice as
Kate (or Toyah, come to that).



   Friday August 1st.

   Mr McWilliams collected me at quarter to seven in a new Renault
people-carrier.  I gave him a flash of my panties as I got in and made sure
I stretched my legs out so he got a good look at him, but nothing doing! 
Pity, as he's a big strong guy and I've never seen a black cock for real!

   Toyah was waiting, watching cartoons on kids TV, already dressed for bed
in a pink cotton nightdress: she looked showered, very alive, and not at
all sleepy as she jumped up.

   "Mummy said it was you.  Milly!  I'm glad it's you.  I told mummy I
wanted you and no-one else."

   Mrs McWilliams smiled, pleased I guess.  If only she knew!

   "Now you be good, Toyah, and do everything Milly says, and I expect you
to be asleep by the time we are back.  That should be about ten, Milly.  If
we are later I'll call you at ten."

   As soon as the car was out of the drive, Toyah was round my neck,
hugging me and kissing as I had taught her and willing now to take the
active part....  her hands up my skirt and stroking my pussy through my
nylon panties.  This was not the same shy girlie I had seduced.  What had
changed her?  Intriguing!

   My hand up her nightdress too, fingering her bare pussy.  She was
aroused and wet already so this promised to be an enjoyable evening.

   We almost tore our clothes off in our haste to get naked, and without
prompting Toyah was getting into position for a sixty-nine on the fur rug
in front of the settee....  her on top of me!  This was a surprise, but a
lovely one!

   She is about a head shorter than me so it was not as easy as it is with
Kate, but we managed, and I really enjoyed that golden pussy as it rubbed
against my face and bathed me in her spicy juices....  she really was a hot
little girl.  I had my arms around her, one hand on her slender shoulders
the other on her plump little bottom, the side of my hand finding its way
into her chaste little crease, my knuckle pressing on her anus.  I liked
pressure there and I assumed she would too!  Toyah for her part was having
fun with my pussy, sucking, licking, fingering my vagina, pressing her body
onto my tits.

   It was a good one, and we came together...  well, her a second or two
ahead of me: her orgasm made me cum too.

   Minutes later sitting on the settee, her head on my breast, my hand
stroking her golden hair, the other resting on her pretty belly, we
chatted.

   "I'm so glad you showed me how to cum, and I do it every night and
morning now!  It's great.  I've taught my best friend Belinda as well."

   "Is that Belinda Marshall?"

   "Mmmm.  She's in year six like me but she's just started to get tits and
a little hair."

   "She's very pretty!"

   Belinda lives just down the road from me so I know her: she's a little
pixie of a girl, small and slender with glossy black hair and a beautiful
smile.  So Toyah has taught her lesbian love....  high time I get to know
the pre-teen lovely better!  new tits and first hair....  sounds very
tasty.

   "Mmmm.  You would not believe how white she is when she's undressed....
her skin is so silky and white it seems almost transparent."

   "You've seen her naked, you naughty girl?"

   Toyah giggled, a little girl giggle.  She liked being naughty!

   "I am naughty, I know.  Oh yes.  I did what you suggested and got her to
sleep over.  I'm sleeping over her place tomorrow.  She slept in my bed,
and we hugged a bit and I showed her how to kiss.  That got both of us hot,
and we took our nighties off so we hugged some more.  I showed her how to
play with her clitty and she came for the first time: I wonder if anyone
finds out about it without someone to show them.  Anyway, next I showed her
how to suck and kiss pussy and we were off properly.  I'm so glad you
baby-sat me and bathed me!"

   "Same bed!"

   "Oh yes!  I* told mummy it was not worth getting the little bed out as
mine was quite big enough for the two of us, and tomorrow we're in the same
bed as well."

   I made a mental note that when Kate came back it would be good to have a
pyjama party, the four of us...  Katy, me, Toyah and Belinda...

   So we sat there, me gently stimulating Toyah's clitoris, she fingering
mine and sucking on my nipples, first one and then the other.  I was
stroking her fine blonde hair, sometimes licking her salty neck, there
where the blonde hair is finest, or just under the chin where it was
saltiest.  Lovely!.

   "What about boys, Toyah.  They can be even better!"

   A lie!  Girls are better than boys for sex.  But grown, strong men are
way the best of all!  Never mind!  I wanted to see if Toyah was interested
in males.

   "They are silly!"

   "I Know, but it's good for us girls to enjoy them sometimes.  You know
when they get excited their willies go hard?"

   "We've done sex education last term."

   "But they don't tell you the useful things, like sucking pussies.  Or
about dildos!"

   "What's a dildo?"

   I had put daddy's present to me in my handbag just for this moment, and
I got it out.

   "Hey!  It's shaped like a penis."

   "And it works like one."

   I pulled my pussy lips apart and slid it up my vagina, and left it
there, switched off, while we chatted.

   "Cor!"

   "It's like a grown-up man's penis, but not as good.  Hey!  You've got a
nice girl-friend.  How about boys?"

   "Don't like them much....  silly things.  Always arsing around in class
and spoiling things.  And the boys in Year Six are all wimps: even I could
arm-wrestle any of them."

   Toyah was on the cusp of puberty: her nipples were even longer and more
puffy than when I last sucked them, and her chest was not altogether flat
now, little mounds of flesh just beginning.  With her golden skin-tone she
really was a delight.

   "You're like me I guess, Toyah, only turned on by big strong macho guys,
and you don't know any like that?"

   "There's my cousin Josh: he's 13 and I could fancy him....  in fact I do
fancy him.  I've started thinking about him sometimes when I bring myself
off like you've shown me."

   "Thirteen is nearly a man, What's he like?"

   "He's tall, taller even than you, Milly, and really quite strong, like
very fit.  He does boxing, and in athletics does the javelin and shot, so
he really is tough.  Strong arms and real sexy butt!  Do you think boys'
bottoms are sexy?  I do, when they are firm and muscley....  He's darker
than me, not black but much browner than me: his mum and dad are both from
the West Indies, while only my dad is so I'm lighter.  Anyway, I fancy him.
He's visiting soon with his mum.  I don't think he's even noticed me!"

   "Then you must make him notice you when he stays your place.  I don't
suppose they put you in the same bed?"

   Toyah giggled.  "Nah!"

   "That would be too good, wouldn't it?  What a chance to be naughty!"

   I put my hand on her pussy and slipped my finger between her half-open
golden cunt lips to make my point about girlish naughtiness.

   More giggles.

   "Same room though: they put a small bed on the carpet in my bedroom."

   "That's lucky!  You must have seen him naked?"

   "No such luck!  Not the best bits.  I've seen his back and bum
though.... and that's dead sexy!  Sort of triangular..."

   "You catch him in his pyjamas one night when you're going to bed and
tell him he can see yours if you can see his.  Boys will do anything to see
girls' pussies!"

   "Even if their like mine?"

   She meant hairless....

   "Especially if they are like yours, nice and hot and wet!  And lots of
grown men dream of kissing pussies like yours and mine, hairless
little-girl-pussies.  You'd be surprised at how many are excited by really
young girls.  I bet they stare at you sometimes when you're in town or in
the park..."

   I was titillating her hard nub now, gently pulling on it between finger
and thumb.  She was content to suck one of my tits and to stroke the other
one.  This was so gentle and relaxed, so pleasant and friendly, as well as
being very very sexy!

   "You sure?"

   "I'm sure lots of men imagine you naked, and absolutely Josh wants too
but daren't ask.  Boys!  And ask him if he knows how to kiss properly. 
He'll say he does, so you ask him to kiss you.  He won't do it properly but
you will."

   More giggles.

   "And then feel him up through the gap at the front of his peejays.... 
he'll have a stiff cock by now.  From there it's easy.  Just drop to your
knees and look him direct in the eyes, pull his cock out, hold it and push
your lips over his knob.  Look sexy and admiring at the same time, and
caress his bum to keep him where you want him.  Suck him till he cums....
he's old enough to have plenty of lovely spunk....  swallow it all.  Once
you've sucked him off you've caught him.  He'll want more and more.  You
can easily get him to suck you.  If he says no, and he might as he's
probably a virgin, threaten him a bit with his mum, saying you'll tell her
he's fucked you in the mouth.  He's a boy, and thirteen and you're an
innocent girlie of ten so he'd be the one in trouble not you!  Once he
tries he'll love it and want more: they all do!  Soon he'll be in love, or
at least think he is, and he'll be in bed with you and fucking you before
you can say dildo.  Bingo!"

   "I'm not sure my cunt is big enough for fucking...."

   "They stretch, but let's try with this.  He won't be as big as this
dildo."

   I had found no hymen when I fingered her so I reckoned there would be no
pain, and there was not as I gently inserted the dildo into her vagina and
moved it slowly in and out.

   "Now kiss me while I show you how good our cunts can feel."

   As her tongue entered my mouth I turned the knob on the end of the dildo
and the vibrator hummed into life.  Her arms tightened round me and I moved
the dildo in and out.

   She came in seconds.....

   We had lots more of this, sucking, dildoing, finger-fucking,
nipple-tweaking, till I tucked her up in bed at nine thirty, just in time
as we heard the car in the drive.

   "I'm going to get Josh to fuck me....  mouth and cunt!"

   I kissed her and went downstairs to collect my pay.

   It was Mrs McWilliams who drove me home.  No sex and no bonus!



   Saturday August 2nd.

   Baby-sitting the Collinses again!

   I was disappointed when it was Mrs Collins who drove me home: I fancied
Mr after the last time!  Laying in bed I often thought about his straight,
broad cock and especially the fountain of hot cum....

   But apparently they take it in turns, and it was her night not to drink.
It was quite late and they had been clubbing so he was too drunk to drive.

   There are not many women in their twenties who can get away with
dressing like a teenage girl, but with her tiny waist, nice tits and long,
blonde hair she could...  and did.  She was wearing a gold silk top tight
across those firm breasts...  no bra judging by the cleavage and the pointy
nipples, and white satin hot pants, really tight into her crotch, bare legs
and fashion-statement trainers.  I thought she looked sexy, and reckoned
her and her handsome, powerful man would have wowed them on the
dance-floor.

   It was the vintage Ford again, with its bench front seat.

   When we got to the famous car-park where I had jerked her man off, she
made a sudden right turn into it, and again I slid across the seat and
bumped into her; I made sure I stayed there, crushed against her as the car
bumped over the rough ground.  There was already one car...  lovers I
suppose...  parked up, but she seemed to know the way and drove further in
until there were some bushes to hide us.  She cut the engine and put her
arm around my shoulder.

   "Desmond told me about last time and I fancied some myself.  Same deal?"

   "He told you?"

   "No secrets between us, and no jealousy either.  We have an open
marriage..."

   "Must be nice!" I paused.  The feel of her near-naked body against me as
we parked, and she really was very sexy.  "Yes, same deal."

   She reached for her handbag and took out a note that must have been on
top, ready.  I pushed it into my bag, and offered my lips for her to kiss.
The inside light was on in the car, but there was no-one to see us.

   Her hands were on my tits immediately, just as our lips met,
open-mouthed and her tongue slipped into my mouth.  She groped me through
my cotton top, but then was up and under it, feeling my naked breast....  I
had not put on a bra in the hope of tempting Mr Collins to more serious
sex! She was feeling mine, so I felt free to slide my hand up her satin top
to find her breast, It was firm and very full....  so firm I wondered if
there were implants.  Who cared!  They were lovely, her tits, and as we
kissed we fondled each other and when she pulled and tweaked my nipple I
did it back to her.

   "I want to kiss them.  They're lovely!"

   My top was crumpled up above my tits.

   "You too, then."

   And so we were kissing with our naked breasts pressed together.  I felt
incredibly turned on and was sure my panties would be wet!

   Her hand on my thigh now, stroking up towards my crotch.  A whispered
"Oh!  Yes!" from her as her fingers reached the damp nylon of my crotch and
rubbed my pussy through my panties.  Her other hand was feeling my naked
belly, and then I felt it slipping up and holding my breast, gently but
firmly.  I could feel my tit right down into my pussy as she squeezed them.

   We had been playing the 'game of tongues' and hers was right in my mouth
as she slipped a finger inside the nylon and stroked my pussy-lips before
sliding it inside and fingering my wet slit.  I gave a little gasp as she
found my clitty and pressed it then rubbed it.

   "You said you were going to kiss my breasts...."

   "You little darling, you sweetie Milly...."

   Her lips on my nipples and kissing my breasts was even better than her
hands, and I knew I would be soaking my panties...  And now that finger
inside my vagina.

   My turn to murmur "Oh yes!"

   And hers to sit on the floor between my legs and kiss me through my
panties while she still played with my clit.  I could feel her lips and her
nose pressing my cunt-lips through the wet satin.

   "Your scent is delicious, Milly.  I want to taste you."

   "Oh please..."

   I lifted my bum so she could pull my panties down and off and
immediately her face was buried in my crotch, her busy tongue replacing
that finger.  I could reach her shoulders and I caressed them and ran my
fingers through her hair, holding her head against my pussy as she tongued
me.  I was getting close, and when she stuck a finger up my cunt again I
came, a good, rolling cum, as nice as I get with Kate, but not like when
daddy fucked me....  that was special!

   "Take your top off, Milly.  You've lovely breasts and I want to see and
kiss properly."

   "Suppose someone sees through the windows!"

   The interior light was still on.

   "There's no-one there, darling girl.  And in any case anyone here at
night is not going to make a fuss!"

   "Yours too, then: you've got pretty tits too!"

   So we sat there a bit, both naked from the waist up feeling and kissing
each other's tits.  Hers were so firm I wondered if they had implants... 
not my business and perhaps she was just fit, young, and lovely.  Anyway
they were the nicest tits I had sucked so far!

   "Can I suck you off too, Mrs Collins?"

   "You little darling, of course you can.  And I'm Rita now we know each
other, Milly."

   So it was me on the floor of the car between her legs, pulling her
panties down.  I could feel pubic hair, another first for me in a girl!  It
seemed to be trimmed in an oblong patch and was quite short.  I combed my
fingers through it, but in the shadow of the well of the car could not
really see.

   "Are you blonde down here as well, Rita?"

   She laughed.  "I am, though it is dyed, Desmond likes me blonde.  Who is
it that likes you waxed hairless?"

   "I'm not allowed to say."

   And with that I started to lick her pussy lips and especially her
clitoris, pulling at it with my lips and sucking on it.  Her vagina gripped
my two fingers up her, finger fucking.  She tasted like Kate (and me) but
stronger, spicier somehow.  I loved it and made her cum quickly.

   After she asked if I minded her smoking a cigarette to calm down before
driving off.

   As we chatted she teased me by asking if I was disappointed it was not
Des driving me back, and I admitted I had been, and that I was going to let
him fuck me, was looking forward to it.  But now I was happy because our
sex had been so good.

   "I'll tell Des that!  He'll be gutted not to have had you, my darling."



   Sunday August 3rd

   Daddy's day!

   I told daddy about Rita and he was amused, but turned on too.

   "Was I naughty, daddy, taking money for sex?"

   "Not really, angel, as you wanted to do it in any case.  Well, a bit
naughty I guess."

   "Then you'd better spank me for being a naughty little girl..."

   I was giggling, but my pussy was wet and hot!

   We were laying on HIS and HER bed with the duvets thrown on the floor so
we were just on the mattress base-sheet.  The windows were open and the
summer sun streamed in.  Daddy was naked, and looked really magnificent, so
handsome and strong with his muscles, hairy body, and that lovely stiff
cock....  and all for ME.  I got a special thrill from the thought that by
taking me into the bed he shared with my Mother I was somehow supplanting
her, I was his daughter and his little-girl bride!

   There is a big mirror on their wall.  Daddy called it "a relic of better
days", so I suppose sex must have been good with HER at some time in the
past, before she got fat, lazy, slobby and bitter!  Any way, I could watch
myself in the mirror: daddy had got my basque laundered to remove all the
sweat and spunk-stains from our hotel day last week, and I discretely
washed out the knickers and stockings.  So I was wearing all that and the
high heel shoes too...  not the panties though, as daddy said with a little
pat on my bum as he fixed the suspender-belt clasps I wouldn't need panties
this morning,

   I could turn my head sideways and looking at myself in the mirror I
could see why the men...  and after Rita as well as Kim and Kate I now
realised women too...  wanted me so much: I looked gorgeous, and it was not
only daddy's body that was making me hot.  Mine did too!  There was a
pillow under my belly as I lay on my front and daddy had already tied my
hands to the iron railings of the bed-head (it was a genuine antique iron
bedstead with brass knobs and everything!).  One leg was already tied at
the ankle to the foot of the bed, and as I watched he secured the other one
with the same red silk rope, my legs wide apart and with my bottom raised,
my pussy looking defenceless and so available.

   Now I was helpless, and it felt so good!

   He started by patting my naked, hairless pussy with the palm of his hand
as he knelt beside me, not hard enough to really be called a slap but
heavier than a simple caress.  This went on for what seemed a long time and
my pussy was getting hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter.  I could feel my
juices running down the inside of one thigh....  daddy would have to change
the sheet!

   "You've a lovely arse!"

   "When I'm a bit bigger you'll fuck me in the arse, daddy.  I know you
will.  But I'm too small now!"

   "My little angel!"

   Daddy loves my bottom, and he knelt between my legs and held it in both
hands, lowered his face and I felt his stubble against it and then his
tongue licking my arsehole.  That's not as good as having my clitty licked,
but it IS a nice feeling, and when he stuck his tongue right in it was even
better and I wiggled my bum to show I liked it.

   "I love that, daddy!"

   "You're a sexy little slut, Milly, and a naughty girl seducing our
young-married neighbours.  First that decent Mr Collins, then his pretty
wife Rita, not to mention Toyah and your cousin Connor who are not even
teenagers yet, either of them."

   "And Kate, daddy, and my own daddy!"

   "As I said, a naughty little girl, and naughty girls get spanked!"

   He had been caressing and stroking my bottom, but now his hand descended
and the noise of the first open-palmed slap on my right buttock filled the
room.

   "ouch!"

   It hurt, but it hurt good!

   More slaps, and then caressing strokes, his tongue on my anus again,
holding my cheeks apart, and then his lips on my pussy, which was aching
now for a hard fucking....

   "You're hot and wet." His tongue slid inside my lips and made a figure
of eight around my clitoris, that was as hard as any cock, I was sure. 
"And your clit is erect.  I must discipline you some more..."

   I had brought my new dildo with me into his bedroom and left it on the
bedside table while we undressed and he dressed me in the lingerie he so
enjoyed on me.  Now I felt it pushed into my vagina and the slapping began
again.  As I watched in the mirror I could see him use the left hand and
then his right hand, so both my buttocks got equal treatment, and all the
time the plastic cock was stretching my cunt.  I was getting real close
now, and suddenly the dildo sprang into life, the hum of its vibrator
muffled by my cunt that was gripping it.  The spanking continued.

   "I'm cumming!  I love you daddy!  It's so good.  Oh Yes!  Cumming."

   But just as I was starting to cum the vibrator was removed and I felt
the huge weight of daddy's body as he lay on top of me and just shoved his
cock right up my cunt with one powerful thrust.  I was still cumming but
instead of just being a simple orgasm it went on, rising higher and higher
as he fucked me.  Nothing gentle about this!  His hips crushed my buttocks
and his cock was bashing against the end of my cervix....  and still my
excitement rose, the orgasm building up and up soaring to new heights.  And
then I knew daddy was cumming inside me, not because he said anything, but
because he sort of growled and the thrusts got stronger still with a little
gap at the end of each, and I imagined his hot spunk spurting into me,
deep, so deep....

   My cum was the biggest ever and I knew I was gripping his cock with my
vagina, and making his orgasm even better.

   We lay side-by side a long time cuddling and whispering (why do we
whisper after sex....  it just seems right I suppose).

   Daddy's cock was not exactly limp.  but not really hard.

   "Let me clean you up, daddy."

   I turned round so he could reach my legs, bottom and tits, and licked
his cock.  Salty, spunky, and my taste on it too.  Lovely!  I coukd get all
of it in my mouth and did so.  Then, as I sucked and tickled it with my
tongue I felt it starting to stiffen.  Daddy was feeling my tits, too, a
good sign.  I love the feel of a cock hardening in my mouth until it is too
big, and I have to start cock-sucking proper.

   So while daddy fondled my tits and my bum and I stretched his ball-sack
and tickled his arse, I bobbed up and down on him sucking at his cock till
I got what I wanted.  I reckon it's because he's so fit he has so much
spunk, because even after that first big fuck he still had enough to fill
my little mouth with three great spurts of hot, slippery cum which I gulped
and swallowed, and then it just oozed as it went soft again in my mouth.

   We kissed.  I think he likes the taste of cum when he kisses me...

   But we had a lot of clearing up to do before Mother came back, so that
was it for this week!



   Same day: I was really naughty in the afternoon.

   I put on my cropped top (not my best, but a nice tight one) and my tight
denim shorts that give me a nice triangle over my pussy.  No panties or bra
as I was going out on my bicycle and I did not want to mess them up with
sweat.

   I rode through the leafy suburbs for a few minutes, and then saw Mr
Singh in his front garden.

   He's a friend of daddy's as they were both in the army, and both have to
do with a local military charity, so I've often met him.

   I propped my bike against his front gate and greeted him asking what he
was doing.

   "I'm dead-heading the flowers, Milly.  When they are over they look
scruffy and sometimes if you cut the old ones off they make new, young
ones. I've nearly finished the front, but there's still the back."

   He really was very English for a man who had been born in India.  Not
his accent, or appearance which were both Indian, but his hobbies, his
garden and, I guessed, he thought of himself as English.  For me he was
exotic, and interesting!

   "Can I help?"

   I like Mr Singh as he is a proper man, big and strong, but gentle and
kind.  He's tall and if he were not so very tall he would be stocky...  but
all bone and muscle I guessed, no flab.  He was quite brown-skinned but
very handsome with wicked dark eyes, a lovely smile, and a huge black
moustache!  Sexy!

   His basket was full but he put some dead flowers in mine while we
finished.

   "We'll get rid of these, and then the back garden!"

   And so round the back.

   "Too hot for gardening really!"

   He pulled the loose cotton shirt off over his head....  and I was right:
he was very muscular, very hairy and not an ounce of flab.  All he was
wearing now was thin, pyjama-like cotton trousers and flip-flops.  I began
to find him very sexy indeed.

   "It's all right for you men, you can just take your shirt off whenever
you want!"

   "I wiped my hand across my sweaty brow to make my point"

   "Nothing to stop you, Milly.  No-one can see you here,"

   He was right.  The garden was sunny but not over-looked by neighbours at
all.

   "Except you, Mr Singh, and we're friends."

   So I just pulled my top off over my head and dropped it on top of his
shirt.  My naked breasts had the effect I had come to expect as he stood
there, jaw-dropped, astounded.

   "Lovely!  Lovely!"

   "You're very strong, Mr Singh.  Can I feel?"

   Without waiting for an answer I gripped his biceps.,..  or at least the
bulging muscle which was much too big for my little hand even without the
rest of that massive arm.

   "Cor!  Flex your arm so I can feel the muscle..."

   As he made his biceps raise like a body-builder on display I let the tip
of one breast press against his hairy chest.

   "You really are strong!"

   I licked his chest, near the shoulder where there was less hair.

   "And lovely and salty too!"

   He was standing as if frozen.  What was going on?

   I found a nipple in the mass of black hair and kissed it, reaching down
and finding his hard cock under those flimsy trews.

   "And very manly too..."

   I did not let go of his cock, which I could feel twitching in my grasp.

   "When I see you in the Poppy Day parade, in your uniform with all those
medals, so proud and manly it makes me feel all hot and tingly.  Daddy says
you are the bravest of the brave and those medals are not just for show,
but earned.  He says you are a real hero.  That's all so sexy."

   I looked up into those deep, dark eyes with my look of little-girl
admiration that I know just melts men's hearts!  I rubbed his cock up and
down a bit and was aware of a damp patch in the cotton.  Pre-cum!

   I undid my shorts (velcro quick-release) and when they dropped to my
ankles I was naked except for my trainers.  I pulled his trews down.... 
they were just feeble elastic at the waist and pressed my naked body
against his massively larger but just as naked body.

   "I want you to fuck me, Mr Singh.  Please I want you so much."

   There was a silence and I could almost see the argument going on in his
mind between his good angel and his male one!

   "I really do want you to.  Have for months and months and months.  I
dream about it!"

   "You're too young!"

   "I'm not.  I love it!  Oh!  And you needn't worry...  I'm on the pill
and you can't make me pregnant.  Come on!  You know you want it.  And I
want it!  So why not?"

   And with that I dropped to my knees and still holding the shaft of his
cock kissed the eye, where a drop of clear pre-cum glistened until I
slipped the knob between my lips to taste it.

   He groaned!  He held my head between his big, strong hands his fingers
right into my pony-tail, and pushed with his hips so the shaft slid in
until his bushy pubic hair touched my nose.  I had him.  The fish was
hooked, now it needed to be landed!

   I took his cock out of my mouth and looked at it, fixing it in my
memory. It was darker brown than his bottom and thighs, nearly black in
fact.  The foreskin was loose and had skinned back when he shoved it in my
mouth and his knob was big, flaring and a deep purple colour.  Very
masculine and manly, bigger even than daddy's.  Now that would really
stretch me.

   "Here, in the sun.  Right here."

   He stepped out of the tangle of his trousers leaving his flip-flops
caught up in them, and stood naked over me as I lay on the lawn, my bum on
our heap of shirts, legs wide open and I hoped inviting.

   "You're lovely!  I have to...."

   He sort of squatted between my legs...  a difficult yoga position I
should think, but his cock stuck out in front just level with my pussy and
he pulled me towards him, sliding on our clothes, till that knob touched my
cunt lips.  Purple and very big, against white and looking so very small.
He opened the lips with thumb and forefinger, placed his knob right over my
vagina-hole and pushed.

   Jeez!  It was tight and he really had to push, but finally my cunt had
stretched, as I knew it would, and he was deep in me.

   This yoga was all very good, and interesting, but I wanted to feel his
masculine weight, and caress those wonderful muscles as he fucked me.

   "On top of me, Mr singh.  I want you to lay right on top of me so my
breasts press into you...."

   "They are so firm, so smooth.  Lovely!"

   Like all my sex-partners he could not keep his hands off my teenage
tits, small as they are!  But he did lay on top of me without taking his
cock from my vagina, and I had to turn my head sideways so I could breathe
and not be smothered by his heavy, so-hairy chest: he was so much taller
than me of course.  I had my arms round his back and could feel the muscles
moving under his silky skin as he humped me.  After a minute or two I found
I could get my legs round him to, my ankles locked together over his bum as
his hips beat out their rhythm on me.

   Daddy had really woken my pussy up and I was hot for Mr Singh,
especially as he was murmuring what "a lovely little fuck I was, a lovely
little slut, what a tight little cunt, those breasts"....  and all sorts of
naughty and exciting whispers, as much to himself as to me, half smothered
but enjoying every minute, every thrust of his hips, every cunt-stretching
penetration, every thrust rasping against my clitty as he rode me.  His
knob came right out each time, forced its way in again, and as it touched
the very end of my vagina I felt a sort of surge of pleasure.

   I was cumming!

   I told him so...  nearly shouting how good it was, how I was cumming,
what a great fucker he is....  and then those grunts I always make when I
cum really strongly.

   And just as I came he groaned, almost as if in pain, and I knew he was
pumping his hot cum, to join with what daddy had left in there just before.
He was almost too heavy as he unloaded with half a dozen really strong
thrusts...  and then slower till we were both quiet, both satisfied.

   I squirmed out from under him: he was too heavy now we had cum and the
excitement had died down, and I lay beside him, my head on his chest,
sometimes licking at a nipple hidden in the hair while he stroked my blonde
hair with one hand and gently played with my breasts with the other.  He
was still half-hard.

   I wondered whether his cum would taste like daddy's so I slipped down
him....  we were both sweaty in the sun....  and licked his cock.  I could
taste cum, but mostly it was my own cunt-juice.  However, as I licked he
got hard again, and this time I knelt over him to suck him off, my bum on
his chest, facing his whiskered face.  He leaned forward and kissed my
pussy lips....  they look good from behind daddy says.  The whiskers
tickled but it felt so sexy.  I know why men have big moustaches
sometimes....  its for when they kiss and especially when they suck pussy.

   But it was difficult for him to reach, and I was not going to stop now I
had his cock properly in my mouth, my hands holding his hairy balls, and my
pony-tail skimming over those huge black-hairy thighs as I bobbed up and
down on him.

   He warned me he was cumming, I suppose in case I did not want a
mouthful.

   I did want it...  and went at him harder and faster, stroking and
pulling at his balls, and the pushing my wet finger up his hairy arsehole.
That did it!  My mouth was filled with delicious hot cum, and lots of it,
no taste but very thick and creamy, slippery, sticking to my mouth as I
swallowed....  I got all of it.

   And just as I finished he pulled me backwards and I felt his whiskers on
my bum, his tongue on my pussy.  On it?  In it!  As you can imagine, I came
almost immediately and was rewarded by his tongue actually in my arsehole
for a moment before he laughed and lifted me off him.

   "You said you wanted it, Milly.  And I believe you now.  You have a real
gift.  And how old are you?"

   "I'm twelve."

   I could see the horror, then amazement, and then a 'what the hell' look
cross his face one after the other.  Finally he kissed me, tasting his own
cum I suppose on my lips.

   "So young, so lovely, so talented.  But we'd better clean up.  Let's
shower."

   So we showered together, and he made me cum once more, fingers on my
clitty and up my cunt.  And that was that....  except he said if I was ever
passing his house and wanted some more play I should drop in.

   I will....  that's certain.



   Monday August 4th.

   Nothing all day.  Boring.  I didn't even get a chance to tell daddy
about Mr Singh.  Well at least I didn't sell myself to him!



   Tuesday August 5th.

   Would have been nothing and boring, but I decided to take a bus out to
the Arndale Centre and tease the guys who hang about there in the
afternoons, looking at the high school girls wandering around.  Some of the
guys are quite dishy, though most are either decrepit or wimps.

   Anyway, I left home (and Mother's inspection!) very school-girl decent
in a long skirt and loose-fitting cotton shirt, buttoned all the way up the
front.  Hidden sexy panties and bra though.  And a plastic shopping bag
with a few things in it......

   In the shopping centre it was straight to the Ladies and a quick change.
Skirt and shirt off, and from the bag my naughtiest top....  very deep cut
at the neck but tight across my tits and cropped so as to show off my
tanned belly, and a micro-mini tartan pleated skirt....  I would not even
have to show off my sexy panties: you could see them quite often as I just
moved about.  Oh!  And Mother had said that only girls "on the pull",
whores she meant I think, had tattoos, so I put a temporary little blue
butterfly on my arm, right at the top.  You could not tell it from the real
thing.  So cum on you guys, get an eyeful!

   I wish I could have worn my new high-heeled shoes, but that would be a
bit much, and my pink trainers were stylish, if a bit "little-girlie".  I
am only twelve after all, despite my nice bum and tits!

   And so out to wander about and browse the clothing rails especially.

   First off I strolled through the atrium and the main level of the mall,
where there were the most people about (though it was quiet on a Tuesday
afternoon).  As always the benches were full of mainly old guys or ragged
and wimpish teenage boys just perving any nice legs, tits and bums that
happened to pass.  Rubbish!

   Except for one, who probably because he did not fit in, had a seat all
to himself: big built and ruggedly handsome he was really well-dressed....
his suit looked handmade but that might be because with a figure like that
clothes hang well.  Any way he had a commanding sort of presence, and
somehow I just knew he was rich and powerful...  He half-smiled at me, but
I just flounced past without making more than a split second eye
contact.... But there was eye contact and we both knew it: also he would
have had a fleeting glimpse of my satin-knickered bum.

   I next saw him when I was enjoying walking through a department store's
perfumery section, reading the labels, and sampling the little free offers:
the girls there are all haughty and elegant (until they speak!!), but are
quite nice since they must know I have no intention of buying.  The guy was
pretending to read an advertising display on one kiosk....  but I knew he
was watching yours truly.

   With that build and the 'crew-cut' short hair he looked like some of
daddy's ex-army friends, and I wondered if he was in the military, or had
been.  His hair was dark brown, but greying just a bit at the side-burns so
I guessed he would be in his forties.

   On to Primark (more my price range!), and their lingerie section.  As I
picked out a £6 bra and panties that looked small enough for me I saw him
again, pretending now to be searching for a particular brand/size/colour of
stockings.  I put the lingerie in my basket and went to look at cropped
tops.  He was there again studying jeans!

   I changed my mind about the lingerie and just left my basket in another
section.

   In a slightly more up-market shop I was looking at dresses, and as I
sorted through the rail he was close by in the next one doing the same.  I
could see his shoes were good, expensive brogues, probably hand-made. 
Daddy says you can tell a man by his shoes (his are all hand-made and not
only because he's size ten!) I reckoned he was not English, as a really
well-dressed English gent would not wear brown brogues with a light grey
summer suit, however expensively tailored it was!  American or Australian I
guessed.  Canadian?

   He was clearly interested in me, and I was getting interested in him.

   Would he follow me into the coffee shop?

   He would!  And did.

   I think my ruse was quite clever.  I queued a couple of people ahead of
him, and when I got to the counter asked where the toilets were, saying I'd
buy my coffee now and collect in in a couple of mins when I'd powdered my
nose.

   So when I got back he was sitting in one of the best easy chair settees
back to the window, facing the restaurant.  I collected my coffee and
walked over to his table.

   "May I join you?  We seem to have been bumping into each other all over,
this afternoon."

   He stood up as he invited me to....  a real gentleman!  And he had a
lovely deep bass-baritone voice, strong and gentle, and a real American
accent.  My guess had been right.

   We chatted a bit....  me schoolgirl....  he oil business man.  Might be
oil under our shire.....  business meeting morning.  Back to London and
Houston soon.

   He really was so handsome and strong, and ever-so well-to-do: I betted
myself he would be a great lover

   Then he came out with it....

   "Milly, you are astoundingly lovely!  But I expect you know that."

   "Thank you, kind sir, but I think my breasts are too small, Jasper..."

   "They are just lovely!  If it were not for your legs, your face, your
hair I would say they are your best feature...  but everything is lovely. A
guy could go crazy just thinking about caressing you."

   It had worked once before, so try it again, I thought.

   "There's some lingerie I wanted but hadn't enough cash for.  You could
caress me anywhere you like for twenty pounds."

   He looked me up and down.  "Anywhere?".

   "Everywhere.  Anywhere you want."

   He reached in his jacket and from his wallet pulled out a twenty,
passing it over to me.

   "Thanks, Jasper." I stuck it in my plastic bag along with my other money
and bus-pass.  I pushed my empty cup to the centre of the table and moved
round to sit beside him, deep in the foam-rubber, plastic-leather settee.
Shielded by the low table from any prying eyes he placed a strong hand on
my naked thigh and slowly moved it round first to the inside of my leg and
then, so gradually up towards my crotch until the edge of his hand was
pressing on my panties.

   "Anywhere?"

   "That's what I said".

   I had not meant to sound exasperated or waspish so I added.  "I think
I'll enjoy this..." and gave him my girlish giggle.  "It's a bit naughty,
but fun!"

   He was now feeling my pussy through the nylon of my panties, and could
not have failed to notice I was damp as he pressed his finger between my
lips, pushing the nylon in as well.  Then it was my clitty and he groaned
quietly as he felt how hard it was, how erect.  My heart was beating: this
was dangerous, naughty, but very good!  And he had that smile on his rugged
face that made me nearly melt with pleasure as he caressed me, because now
he slipped his fingers inside the leg of my panties so he was touching the
naked flesh of my pussy.  He let his hand roam upwards to my mound, and
found it as smooth and hairless as my thighs.

   "You've had a Hollywood wax, Milly!"

   "Yes, no hair at all, anywhere.  You like that?"

   "Sheee-yit yes!  I do!"

   I felt his finger and thumb pulling at my clitty and then he inserted
his finger into my vagina: I bet he could feel me gripping it....  I was
real hot!

   I was enjoying this little bit of finger fucking so much that I hardly
noticed his other hand which had crept round my back and was fondling my
bum.  I giggled, thinking that here was a guy who, like daddy, loved
lingerie and little-girls' bottoms.  He heard my giggle....

   "You like that, Milly?"

   "Mmmm."

   "I wish I could feel your lovely breasts, Milly.  From what I can see
they must be fantastic!  But there's already people looking over this way."

   "It's ok, Jasper.  they can't see what's going on under the table, and
people always look at me, men and women.  Doesn't mean anything.  It's a
pity you can't feel my breasts, as I've very sensitive nips....  I love
that."

   "Well, I daren't, not here."

   "Where, then?"

   He paused, and even stopped finger-fucking me while he thought.  I could
see him weighing things up...  arguments for (very pretty, very sexy, very
willing), against (very young, probably jail-bait, reputation, foreigner):
men are so transparent!  But at last he decided, and his finger moved in
and out again.

   "My hotel is only a twenty minute cab ride from here.  I'm at a place
called Hatherby Castle."

   Shit!  I thought.  That's incredibly expensive.  Daddy said I should
never get in a car with a stranger, but this would be a cab.  And I really
fancied him, so strong but gentle and soft-spoken with that sexy Texan
drawl!  He must be real rich to stay at the Castle as well as handsome!  So
here goes!

   "And what do you want to do if we go there?"

   He whispered, his finger still in my cunt, but not moving now.  "I would
undress you and kiss you all over...  your lovely breasts and your
hairless, plump pussy.  And lick and suck until you cum.  Then if you
wanted, fuck you in your mouth and pussy...."

   I whispered back.  "You can do all that, but it will cost you a hundred
and the cab back to get me back here by five..."

   It was funny to see him trying to open his wallet one handed, but
finally he had to take his finger out from its warm, wet, tight hidey-hole
and count out five twenties, which I put in my purse with the other one.

   I got out my mobile phone: I'm rather street-wise with all the advice
daddy has given me, wrote a text saying I am going to Hatherby Castle with
a rich, handsome American called Jasper but will be back at the Shopping
Centre by five and will text again then.  I showed it to Jasper and told
him the text was for a very good friend.  "Don't worry: she's ultra
discrete and we share a lot of secrets.  She'll just delete the text when I
tell her I'm back here ok."

   I cleared the message and he would have assumed I'd just sent it.

   See how discrete I can be!

   Jasper complimented me on being so sensible.



   In the hotel he was greeted as Mr Horobin....  so I now knew his full
name, Jasper Horobin.  There was no lift but we were on the first floor
only, and he carried me over the threshold as if I was a bride.  I giggled,
but liked his arms around me and the easy way he lifted and bore my weight
me: he was real strong.

   He kissed me and laid me on the bed as gently as if I was fragile.

   I watched him as he took his shoes and socks off and then hung his suit
jacket in the wardrobe.  He had his back to me as he took off his trousers
and hung them up too.  His legs were very bit as I had guessed, sturdy and
muscular.

   I realised I was wearing my trainers, and on the bed, so I slipped them
off and lay on my belly so I could put them on the floor

   He turned round and there was that smile, designed to melt the heart of
any young maiden!  And my heart was certainly beating now: I was a bit
nervous....  what I had got myself into was potentially dangerous....  you
read so many things in the papers and on the News.  But it was beating with
excitement too, and if he had not been watching me, admiration on that
handsome face, then I would have been feeling my clitty.  I was hot and
wet: my pussy wanted him!

   He had cuff-links!  What sort of man wore cuff-links nowadays?  Guys who
were careful in their dress...  as shown by the respect with which he
treated his suit, hanging it up and not draping it over the chair, which is
where he put his shirt.

   He had no hair on his chest at all!  That meant he had it waxed away.  A
first for me, but he really did look good with strong pecs and small
nipples: just like the body-builder type male models I collected colour
pics of.  They waxed their chest hair, all of them.  Body hair is sexy, but
I could not wait to kiss that broad chest, feel my tits pressed against it.

   I was still on my belly when he lay beside me on the bed, whispering
"Well, Milly, here we are.  Kiss me, babe."

   I turned my head and as our lips met I felt his hand up my skirt and
feeling my bottom through my knickers.  I rolled onto my side facing him
and we were hugging each other, me one arm over his shoulder and feeling
those hard muscles under his silky, tanned skin.  He was passionate, mouth
wide open and his tongue right into mine, playing all round my tongue,
teeth and palate.  Very sexy, and I managed to get my tongue into his mouth
in my turn.

   His hand was inside my knickers now, holding my bare flesh.

   He tugged at my top and I helped him to pull it off: I was glad I was
wearing a really good bra, very flimsy white nylon with black tracery of
flowers embroidered on it.  You could see my aureoles and nipples through
it, and it fitted perfectly.  He turned me on my back and had a hand on
each of my breasts stroking, squeezing, titillating the nipples.  I love
that, and the pleasure communicated itself straight to my pussy!

   "You said you wanted to feel my tits, Jasper.  The catch is at the
front."

   He fumbled with the clasp but got it finally and pulled the cups apart,
off my breasts.

   There was a moment of silent admiration and then "You're lovely! 
Fantastic!"

   I could have said "I know" as that is the reaction of all the men and
women who have seen them.  I know they are the sort people like, firm,
round and full, small and pert.  But I just said "As long as you like
them..."

   But his lips were on them now.  licking and sucking my nipples, pulling
at then with pursed lips, while he fondle, stroked and squeezed them.  I
could see his shorts, and along with the tent there was now a dark circle
where pre-cum had soaked through.

   He was smiling as he came to the bed, dressed just in dazzling white
boxer under-pants...  with a nice big bulge at the front!

   "I'm hot.  Take my skirt off, Jasper"

   I lifted my bum as he pulled it down, and at the same time I shucked off
my bra.  Now I was naked except for my panties...  white nylon matching my
bra, with embroidered flowers on the near transparent front panel.  The
back is white satin.

   He moved an inch or two away to look at me.

   "You're beautiful, babe, and so sexy!"

   And he was back on my tits....  no baby could be more eager!

   But not for long: soon his lips were heading south towards my hot little
pussy, which he was warming still more with a finger pressing the nylon
against my clitty.  I hoped he would take my panties off soon...  rubbing
with nylon in between clitty and finger is nice but soon makes you sore, as
I have found out with Kate!

   He said he would kiss me all over, and he made a complete job of it,
licking my belly and especially round and even in my belly button.  I would
like to have it pierced so I could wear a jewel there along with my cropped
tops, but the female taliban in our house has banned it like the tattoo. 
Anyway, his tongue and lips were making their way down toward paradise.  I
wished I could reach his cock to fondle it a bit, but he was too far down
the bed and I had to content myself with the strange but sexy feel of his
crew-cut, and the strength os his shoulder muscles and biceps beneath a
lovely silky skin.

   He nuzzled my crotch, damp through my knickers by now, sniffing and
enjoying the scent of a little-girlie sexually aroused.  I raised my bum
for him when he started to pull them down, and they joined my bra and shoes
on the floor.

   He grasped my hips, really very hard in his passion, and pressed his
face right into my crotch as I opened my legs as wide as I could for him.
And then his tongue.  That wonderful feeling when a tongue licks up my cunt
and then in a figure of eight around my vagina opening and clit.  I'm sure
I squealed as he pulled at my clitty with his lips, and nibbled it gently,
so gently, with his teeth.  I was close to cumming and must have been
bathing his face with my wetness.

   He sucked on my clit, put a finger right up my vagina, and with the
excitement of his lovely, strong chest, his lips on my breasts earlier, and
now being finger fucked....  I started to cum.  I'm sure he could feel the
tension in my body as the spasms atarted, and my cunt gripping that
impudent finger, because he was licking and sucking even harder now.

   I came properly....  one spasm of pleasure after another, but was still
enough in control of myself to shout...

   "Now, Jasper!  Fuck me now!  Fuck me before my cum is finished...  Now,
please.  Pretty please.  Oh, it's so good...."

   I broke away from his embrace and pushed him over on his back,
straddling him, pulling his cock out of the fold at the front of his boxers
and holding his cock upright, vertical and resting my twitching pussy on
it. He held my hips as I sank down on it, and it penetrated right up inside
me while my vagina was still contracting and relaxing as I spasmed.

   My orgasm did not die away, but as I started to bounce up and down on
him it just went on and on, increasing all the time.

   He reached up for my tits....  they all do that if they can.  I had
learned there is nothing quite so good for a guy as to be playing with nice
breasts while fucking a hot, wet, tight cunt!  Great for me, too.

   My orgasm built and built, but at last it climaxed and I collapsed on
top of him.  Pressing my tits against his hairless chest.

   Jasper had not cum yet: sign of a skilled lover I had learned from my
admittedly limited excursions into full-on sex.

   "On top of me, Mister!  I want to feel your weight on me...."

   "I'm two hundred and fifty pounds, babe, and you're just a little doll.
You sure?"

   I was already levering us over, and as he I lay on my back he still had
his cock in me....

   "Like this, Jasper.  Now do me as hard as you want....  I won't break!"

   I had my legs round the small of his back, my arms across his back, my
fingers into the hard muscles there, my tits pressed down by the weight of
his smooth chest.  I found I was kissing and licking his neck....

   And Jeez!  I was cumming again.  How many was that?  I did not care.  It
was enough I was off to the races again with the mightiest cum yet...  and
he was not far behind me as his muscular hips crashed his cock into me,
stretching, pummelling, bashing into the end of my vagina.  Glorious!  Best
yet!  Better even than the first with daddy!

   I think I was shouting out "Yes,daddy!  daddy!  Oh yes!  I'm cumming....
daddeeeeeee...!"

   I hope not, but I really think I was.  Anyway, my American beef-cake was
cumming too, with great thrusts and I'm sure at least four, perhaps five
mighty spurts in me....

   Once we had both cum he was immediately too heavy for me.  Odd, that,
but he was!  So I wriggled from under him , and immediately got him to turn
over on his back again.  His cock was still hard, twitching sometimes, and
still oozing a little cum.  It was shiny from my cunt and his cum.

   I turned round so my head was close to it, held it and looked at it,
fixing it in my memory: I knew I would never see him again after this
afternoon.  His cock was big....  bigger than daddy's, bigger than the
other two adult cocks I had held.  It was straight-shafted, with big blue
veins, and had a huge, flaring pink helmet....  he was circumcised.

   I licked it, tasting cunt and cum, and then tickled the sensitive place
at the front just below the knob, with the tip of my tongue.

   He groaned....

   "It's not fair, Jasper.  I've cum so many times, and you just once.  Now
you lay back and rest and enjoy...."

   He had said he wanted to fuck my mouth, well I wanted to taste his cum,
so he was going to get a nice blow-job!

   I plumped a couple of pillows up and propped them against the bed-head.

   "Sit up, Jasper, and imagine you're a sultan with one of his harem
girls..."

   I had to stretch my jaws wide open to get his knob into my mouth, but
managed and was rewarded by another of his groans.  I know guys like to
watch while they are sucked, and it is that look of pleasure, of
admiration, devotion in the girl's eyes that turns them on as much almost
as much as the warmth and wetness of her mouth, I gave him the full works,
my little-girl-innocent blue eyes meeting his and holding them with genuine
adoration as it happens.  he really was an adorable man, with his broad,
muscular and yet completely smooth chest, and that heart-melting smile when
he was pleased.  As he was by my mouth as the shaft of his cock slipped
through my lips till my nose met his pubic hair.

   I bobbed up and down on him for some time, letting the shaft of his cock
rub against my lips, but keeping his knob in my mouth, all the while
fluttering my tongue against the front of his cock.

   His hands held my head quite lightly so as I moved his fingers slipped
through my fine hair....  they love blondes don't they!

   My jaws started to ache and it was time for a change.

   I had been cupping his balls in one hand (the other holding his cock)
and now I licked them.  Jasper had short pubic hair: instead of the dense
mass I was used to by now his was crispy and had obviously been kept
trimmed.  It was sexy that golden colour, and I think it made his cock and
especially his balls look bigger.

   I nuzzled them: there was a heady smell of male, stronger even than the
scent of pussy resulting from his fucking me and turning me on so much that
my cunt had dribbled down on them.  I breathed it in through my nose. 
"This is the life" I thought as I kissed them!  The ball-sack was loose and
I nibbled it first with my pursed lips and then with my teeth....  gently!
I know you have to be careful with balls...

   He groaned, but it was in sheer pleasure I knew, and I pulled at the
skin with my lips, stretching it.  More groans!.  With both hands I
stretched the skin over one ball till it was tight, and very shiny.  This
was magnificent, and I managed to get the whole of one ball right into my
mouth.  More groans!

   I laughed.

   "Nice?" I asked.

   "Don't stop!"

   I laughed and looking him direct in the eye again slowly swallowed his
knob and the whole of his cock.  Now I was eager myself to have him cum, to
taste his hot, creamy sperm.  I bobbed up and down on it faster than ever
and at the same time rubbed his shaft with my right fist though there was
no way it would go all round it.

   A few minutes and I knew he was getting close so I slipped my free hand
under him and pressed hard on that place between his cock and arse-hole
which feels like bone but isn't.

   That did it!  With a shout of "Fuck, Yes!  I'm cumming, Milly. 
Cumming!" his hips rose a bit, his legs tensed, his hands en-meshed in my
hair tightened, and the first spurt of hot cum filled my mouth.  I pulled
his cock out and the second splashed up over my face, across an eye, over
my forehead and into my hair.

   "I'm sorry, babe.  I came in your mouth!"

   "I wanted to taste it, Jasper, feel your hot cum properly, but I wanted
to see it too."

   I just had time to get his knob between my lips for the third thrust,
and another lovely squirt.  I swallowed it all, though it was creamy enough
to stick, some of it, to my palate.  There was another, smaller squirt and
then it just twitched, oozing cum.

   After his cock had subsided, I let it fall from my lips and lay down,
Jasper now laying beside me.

   I had cum all over my face and hair!  We decided we needed a shower.



   And the shower was fun too.  It is great to feel a man's hands all over
my body, soaping, and feeling everywhere.  They always make a thorough job
of your tits, pussy, and arse-hole!  And I enjoyed soaping him, especially
his chest and those great big balls.  I decided to try out what I had read
and slipped a soapy finger up inside his bum while I was pressing my tits
against him.  I found the sort of swelling and massaged it.

   "Jesus!  Where did you learn that?"

   His cock started to stiffen, and soon, two fingers up his bum now, it
was hard again, there under the needles of warm water.

   I put by arms around his neck and gave him my full weight as I lifted my
legs and wound them round his back.  He had his hands under my bottom, one
palm on each buttock, supporting me, though most of my weight was around
his neck: my tits were pressed against him and felt good.  I was still very
horny.

   His cock was touching my pussy, but not in the right place.

   "Fuck me like this, Mister!"

   He freed one hand and opened my pussy.  Now his cock-head was in my
crease, and he wiped it up and own a few times before placing it right. 
Then he lowered me onto it, down, down, down till it was completely in and
touching the end of my vagina I think.

   We walked round like this in and out of the hot shower, me being bounced
up and down on his cock, hanging onto his neck with my arms, round his back
with my legs, me kissing and licking him, he lifting me up and letting me
drop down so his cock kept on reaming me out.  I remember shouting out that
I was cumming and him bouncing me up and down even faster as the orgasm
ripped through me in great, shuddering waves.

   He didn't cum...  but told me it was great to feel my cunt gripping him
with each spasm....  and just went on bouncing me up and down while a
second cum built up in me, released, and then almost immediately a third,
really huge one...

   He came then, and I swear I could feel his cock swell bigger and as I
imagined the spunk squirting right up into my womb his cock slipped even
easier and I knew he was filling my pussy with sperm yet again.

   We dried off and he used the hair drier on my hair.

   Later, laying on the bed both of us pretty well shagged out...  me
satisfied at any rate and his cock limp (but big even when soft!) we
chatted a bit.

   "Have you got a passport, Milly?"

   "Yes.  Why?"

   "Come with me to Dallas Texas...  you'd have a great life there.  Better
than this sleepy little place, and we could fuck and fuck and fuck."

   "I think that could get you into big trouble mister, when they came
looking!  How old do you think I am?"

   "Sixteen??"

   "Well, I'm twelve!"

   "Jesus!  I've been fucking a minor!  I never knew!"

   The look on his face was one of consternation and almost fear.

   I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the nose.  "No need to worry,
Jasper, no-one's going to know.  Now You'd better get that taxi for me..."

   I dressed in my little-girl clothes, the tarty things in my bag to go
home.  I would have to take the transfer tattoo off at home...  it was
hidden under my shirt for the time being.





   Wednesday August 6th

   So now I have to tell daddy about Jasper as well as Mr Singh.  I think
he won't mind Mr Singh, but expect I'll get a telling off about going to a
hotel with a stranger.  That should be worth a good spanking!  I could have
told him over breakfast as Mother was still asleep, but decided to wait
until we were naked and in bed...

   It was raining in the morning.  Elspeth phoned and I said she could come
over.  She'd got some new cds and we played them.  She's good fun, very
jolly and cheerful.  But I don't fancy her at all.  Fat, and braces on her
teeth.  Times like this I really miss Kate.  I'm horny all the time.



   Thursday August 7th

   Nothing very interesting.  Went into town, but not to cruise or
anything.

   At the Estate bus-stop a guy came out of the block of flats and ran fast
to get on the bus.  He was blowing and puffing when he sat down on the
other side of the bus, but level with me.

   I was looking out of the window when he muttered something.  I turned my
head and looked, and the dirty bastard had his cock out and was jerking it.
It was not much of a cock, either, small and with a sort of bend sideways
in it....  ugly.  And he was a real wimp, weedy, not old but sort of grubby
looking like some old guys.  Thin, mean, rat-face.

   I could have gone and complained to the driver, but I decided to just
ignore him.  I didn't give him the pleasure of any reaction, just an aloof,
cold look and then taking no notice.

   Anyway, when I got to the museum I was studying their Roman artefacts,
and making notes based on the exhibit cards, when I felt a hand up my skirt
and on my bottom....  cotton knickers today.

   I turned round.  Rat-face.

   "Look, mister, I know where you live on the Estate...  saw you leave the
flats.  And I know where the Police Station is on Mill Street.  If I ever
see you again I'll be round there and make a complaint.  Now piss off."

   He did.  Fast!

   Two bits of good news when I got home.  Mrs Collins had phoned wanting
me to babysit little Tim Friday.  I told myself that if Mr Collins drove me
home I would let him fuck me.  And if Mrs Collins did....  well she was
sexy too and would be almost as good!

   The other is that Aunt Brigid, Uncle Derek, and Connor are visiting
Saturday.  That's not the good news.  What is, is that they are going to a
villa in Portugal for two weeks and Mother is going with them.  They are
doing half the journey down tomorrow, and the rest starting early enough to
avoid the traffic.  They'll leave the car in our drive early Saturday
morning and daddy will take all of them to the airport late afternoon. 
I'll stay here and cook a dinner for daddy and me.  I'm not going with
them! I'm to stay here and look after daddy.  I'll look after him all
right! Hooray!  A whole week in daddy's bed "looking after him".





   Friday August 9th

   Mrs Collins picked me up at 6-45 and told Mother I would be home by
11-45.  It was not the vintage Ford but the little Cleo she drove about in.
She was dressed for a night out in a very simple yellow satin shift dress,
mid-thigh length, with a belt to show off her tiny waist, slim hips, and
lovely breasts.  She was dead sexy and Mr Collins was a lucky man.

   Just before we got to their place she pulled up in a lay-bye.  Not for
sex...  it was well lit and right by the busy trunk road.

   "Tonight, Des and I thought we would just go for a few drinks...  we've
already had dinner."

   "I have too."

   "But I've been thinking about what you said last week, Milly, about
fancying Des enough for a fuck with him.  And I know you fancied me!  Still
feel the same way?"

   "I get hot thinking about it, Rita."

   "Well, let's all stay in this evening and have some fun together.  We'd
give you your babysitting money of course.  Des and I would love an evening
with you..."

   "Me too!  Let's stay in!"

   Des looked very dashing in a white satin shirt that really did justice
to his broad chest and strong shoulders.  The tight, designer jeans showed
off his cute, hard little bum...  Men's bottoms really are so sexy,
especially when there's a contrast between broad shoulders and hard little
bottom.  Makes me hot again thinking about him as I'm writing my diary!

   "We've decided to all stay in, Des, and make our own amusement this
evening.  Milly's eager to get to know us better."

   She laughed, as Des put his arms around her, and while he was kissing
her undid her belt, unclasped the catch on her dress and stood back as the
satin fell to her feet.  She was naked except for a little white thong and
her gold high-heeled slippers.  I gasped at her beauty!  How could you have
a waist so slender and tits so pert when you've had two kids?  Mother
always blamed me for the loss of her figure!

   I watched as she embraced her man, her breasts pressed against that
white satin, one long bare, leg raised between his legs, nudging at his
crotch.

   "Help me undress him, Milly."

   She was undoing the buttons on his shirt but this little slut was going
straight for the action, un-buckling the raw-hide leather belt, popping the
button, undoing the clasp, unzipping, and pulling his trousers down.

   No underpants!

   Hard, erect cock springing free!

   I pulled his shoes off without undoing the laces and he raised first one
foot then the other as I got his slacks completely off.  I stood up.

   And giggled!

   "What's so funny?"

   Mr Collins sounded a bit miffed!

   You're very, very handsome, Mr Collins, but you look so funny.  I've
never seen a naked man still wearing socks.

   He saw my point, and laughed too as he bent down and pulled them off.

   As he bent his bum was very sexy: I think a hard, muscular male bottom
is the sexiest thing there is, but I probably wrote that before!  He has a
lovely strong chest and muscular shoulders, real six-pack, and biceps as
least as big as daddy's or Jasper Horobin's, or even Mr Singh's, but it is
his bum that makes me real hot, and I reached out to touch it.  That and
his black chest hair, and the little trail of black hair down his belly to
the mass of black pubic hair.  His cock was really the only part of him I
had seen before...  in that nature reserve car park....  but here in the
light of their living room, evening sun still streaming in through the
french-windows, I could see it more clearly.  Yes, it was cut, with quite a
narrow helmet, nearly pointed, and not like the flaring ones the other men
had.  But the shaft of his cock was very broad, quite light coloured,
lighter than his tanned six-pack or massive thighs, but with a thick blue
vein running up it like a creeper up an oak tree I thought.

   This was going to be good.

   "You undress her, Des.  I know you've been thinking about that all
week!"

   She laughed.

   "I can't say I blame you!  She's quite something!"

   Before he started I took the ribbon off my pony tail and let my blonde
hair fall to my shoulders.  if we were going to play grown-up games I was
going to have grown-up hair.

   "Lovely!" murmured Mr Collins.  I expect he liked blondes....  like his
wife.

   I was wearing a blouse with buttons, as I thought that might be easier
in a car, and my bra was front fastening for the same reason, so I was
naked to the waist in seconds, Mr Collins holding me, one hand on my
breast, the other on my bum under my skirt.  and his mouth on my other
nipple.  These men all want to suckle like babes....  and I know why women
like babies to do that.  His lips on my breast made my clitty even harder,
my pussy even hotter....  and wetter.

   "I love that, Mr Collins."

   "Des.  Call me Des, Milly!"

   "Des and Rita it is, then."

   Rita was watching, but she had her hand down the waist of her thong and
I could see the outline of her finger between her cunt-lips.  But I guess
she wanted to see me naked more than she wanted to play with her clitty,
and her man was not going to anything while he had my tits to fondle, so it
was Rita who undid the clasp on my skirt, ripped the velcro open and let it
fall to the floor.  I was glad I had my sexy white lingerie with the black
embroidery: it's not quite my best at the moment but it turns people on.  I
stepped out of my skirt, bent over, and slipped my shoes off.
Now for several minutes I stood sandwiched between the two, him facing
me, her with her body pressed against my bum and back.  I could kiss each
of them in turn by moving my head.  I could and I did.  He was stroking my
hair: must have had a hair fetish as well as his yearning for firm, teenage
tits I thought.  She was rubbing her pussy against me and had her arms
around me, stroking my belly and the outside of my pussy.
They whispered endearments....  him mostly about my pert, little tits

and my lovely golden hair, her about my cute bum and lovely hairless pussy.

   I was really enjoying this.

   Rita it was who said one word out real loud.

   "Bed".

   And we were upstairs, him leading, then me, then Rita, fondling my bum
as it moved under her hands with each step on the stairs, and pulling my
thong right down before we even reached the top.

   Their bed (which I had seen before when snooping), was stripped down to
the mattress cover and looked bigger than ever without the duvets and
coverlet.  On the bedside cabinet there was a packet I recognised by the
brand name....  condoms.  Of course I already knew what was kept inside the
cabinet!  All very promising and exciting to my overheated teenage pussy!

   First it was Rita with her head between my legs sucking my clitty,
licking my cunt crack.  We were on our sides and she had one ear laying on
my thigh and was holding the other leg up so my pussy was open for her. 
She must have tired after a couple of minutes and she let go so my leg fell
and her head was trapped between my thighs, which did not stop her kissing
my pussy and lapping at my juices.  All the time she had her arms around
me, holding me in place.  I could not reach her cunt to suck her but my
face was pressed against her belly and my tits were crushed, just as hers
were.  It was hot, sweaty, juicy and very very sexy.

   I stole a look at Des and he must have found the girlie-show sexy too as
he was kneeling with his cock in his right hand softly jerking it.  A drop
of clear precum appeared in the eye of his pointy red knob and fell onto
the sheet: I caught his eye, smiling at him.  He smiled back, and got his
hand between us so he could feel my tits again, but still wanking his cock.

   It was exciting having my pussy licked and my clitoris pulled at,
nibbled, and sucked but I don't think I would have cum unless she also
fingered my vagina, and she did not.  I did not say anything as we had four
hours after all, plenty of time.  And it felt really good to have her
hugging and sucking me while both of them were stroking and fondling me. 
Sometimes it is nearly as good to travel as to arrive.

   So this pleasant exercise went on and on, probably for over ten minutes,
perhaps more, and then I understood why she had not finger fucked me.

   I felt my buttock cheeks pulled apart, then my cunt-lips opened from
behind, and the weight of Des' cock-head pressed just at the opening of my
vagina.

   I heard myself give a little squeak, and then a whispered "Oh, yes!"

   I must have been on the brink of cumming for ages, as the moment his
knob entered my vagina I could feel an orgasm beginning, to reach full
flowering as he pushed his cock in and I felt his hairy belly against my
bottom, his knob-head touching the end of my vagina, the start of my
cervix, and then as he pulled out and pushed in again I was really cumming.

   And his wife was still pulling on my clitty with pursed lips, and
hugging me even tighter.

   Des was shagging me gently, but that and his wife's tongue gave me an
intense orgasm....  quickly over but very powerful.

   Still Des was fucking, still Rita sucking.

   "You can fuck me as hard as you want, Des, I won't break.  Go on! 
Really shag me.  I love it!  I want it!  Do me hard!"

   "You little darling."

   And he really bashed his cock into me, his thighs smacking my arse, just
as I like it spanked.  I heard him groaning and thought it would not be
long before his hot semen spurted inside me: and still his wife was
slurping away, her lips only an inch or so away from her husband's cock as
the two of them enjoyed the rare treat of a willing, beautiful, teenage
girl.....  is twelve teen or pre-teen?  Anyway a fit little raver!

   "I can't hold it much longer..."

   I heard my voice, "No!  No" as he pulled his cock out.

   "I'll have to put a condom on before I cum."

   I laughed.

   "I'm on the pill, Des.  Put it back in and cum as much as you want.  I
love the feel..."

   "You darling, blonde angel..."

   His cock went back in, no hands, in one thrust into my cunt, which must
have been open wide I guess, and gagging for it, and then he was fucking me
real hard, his wife slurping up my juices and still titillating my clitty
till I was desperate to cum.

   "Cumming!  Oh my god!  Yes!  Cumming!  Oh Daddy, yes!  Yes!Daddeeeeeee!"

   "Jesus, it's so good when your cunt grips like that.  Oh you little
blonde angel.  Yes!  Me too.  Oh God!...."

   We both came together.  And lay all three of us entangled for several
minutes getting our breath back.  I guess he was as astounded as me by the
power of those cums....



   "My turn now!"

   Rita lay as I had, and I found my head trapped between her thighs, my
face near-smothered against her blonde pussy, the wonderful scent of
arousal I had experienced in the parking place last week.

   No delay this time and her husband entered her from behind just as he
had me.  I licked her cunt and sucked her clitoris, and felt my face bathed
in that exciting, slippery woman-juice while inches only from my lips his
cock was reaming in and out.

   She came quickly, but I doubt it was as powerful as my young body
managed, and I think his cum was less violent too, perhaps because he was
more used to her.  We all like a new partner....  even me, as I was
finding. Perhaps it was because I am twelve and she's thirty something:
I've known for years how grown men yearn for teenage girlie bodies to play
around with.  All those guys on the park benches, walking past the school
playing-field when we are playing hockey or netball, perving us in the
shopping centre.  Thank goodness!

   After, we all went downstairs and Rita and I went to the kitchen to make
some smoked salmon sandwiches while Des put a video on and got a bottle of
wine and 3 glasses out...

   The wine was champagne, and sensibly they had chosen a sweet one: I have
tasted the other sort and don't like it much.  This was lovely, and I sat
between the two of them with my tall glass and a couple of luxury
sandwiches, with the added luxury of his hand on my breasts, and hers on my
pussy while we watched the sort of porn you read about but never see...  at
least not on the sites Kate and I sometimes visit.

   I put my glass down and rested my cheek on Rita's firm breast, my
fingers in the trim blonde fleece of her pubic mound.  On the wide-screen
two muscular young men were enjoying sex with a petite blonde girl.... 
looked a bit like me I thought, and wondered for a moment whether Des and
Rita had chosen the dvd tonight because of that.  They were doing the same
as us earlier, one of the guys fucking her from behind, the other sucking
her clitoris.  You could see she was loving it, although by the look of her
hairless pussy and small tits she was probably even younger than me. 
Eleven at the most I thought, but there was nothing fake about her orgasm,
and you could see she was hot and juicy as that cock slammed in and out,
often in close-up so you could see the juice running down one thigh.

   "They're doing what we did," I said.  "Do you do threesomes often?"

   "Yes, and foursomes too, more often foursomes actually."

   "What do the guys do when you and the other girl are sucking each
other?"

   "Des is bisexual so there's no problem.  We look for couples where the
guy is bi, and then we can do whatever we want."

   "I know men have a place up there that's like our clitty.  I suppose
that's why they like to be fucked?"

   "Once they've had it, they love it, Milly.  Don't you, Des?"

   "Can't get too much sweetie, and the bigger the better!"

   "Do you like being fucked in your bottom, Rita.  I.ve never tried it. 
It must hurt...."

   "It's not much good for us girls, actually, Milly.  But I do it because
the guys just love it, the tightness and the fact that it's a bit naughty I
think.  Ain't that right Des?"

   He nodded, and I felt his hand squeeze my tit a bit tighter, sending a
nice shock down to my pussy.

   "Doesn't hurt once you're used to it, and I've been doing it since I was
younger than you, before I had sex using my cunt in fact.  It's ok of
course if you're double-plugged,"

   "Younger than me?"

   "My daddy had me when I was eleven, and when I was used to it I got my
little brother to do me as well.  They soon had my pussy as well of
course."

   "I think I'll try it soon, not tonight but soon."

   "Your daddy?"

   "I'm not allowed to say.  I promised."

   "Of course, Milly.  But I'm a good guesser."

   "I never told you, Rita...."

   "No.  You're a good girl, Milly.  But yoyu needn't worry.  Des and I are
good at keeping secrets.  We have to be!  And I don't blame you, Milly.  Mr
O'Keefe is a big, strong, handsome guy and he could have me any time."

   Des laughed.  "Me,too.  Any time.  I need a piss, and while I'm out I'll
make some coffee.  get us all bright and bushy-tailed again.  Still half
the evening left!"

   "You know, Milly, you're wonderful for just twelve, and not only your
fantastic body, lovely." She leaned over me and kissed one breast and then
the other, and then continued fondling and playing with my nipples.  I'm
sure not many girls are as good at sex as you."

   "That one there seems to be!"

   The girl was kneeling in front of the two guys and sucking first one
cock then the other, with great gusto!

   "But it must be a bit messy up the bottom?"

   "I always douche.  I have tonight and it will be nice and clean up there
for Des if he wants, and I expect he will!  I'll show you how to douche
later if you like."

   "Please!  And I'd like to see him fucking you in the arse: I've never
seen that."

   "And I'll get an extra kick from you watching, Milly."

   "Can he get it up again.  I mean he's cum twice."

   "Viagra.  He'll get hard all right, but with a girlie like you I doubt
he really needed the pill.  When he comes back we'll suck him hard
together."

   Des sat there like some Roman Emperor with two concubines sucking at his
cock and balls and looking up at him with adoring blue eyes.  Rita taught
me that they love being sucked by a mouth that is still warm with coffee.
He was soon hard, manly and magnificent again!

   "Bed!"

   We nearly ran upstairs this time we were so eager for it.

   "Milly wants to see me fucked in the arse, Des,"

   "Sounds good to me!"

   Rita lay across the bed with her bottom right on the edge.  When she
opened her legs, lifted them up and bent them so she could get her arms
under the knees and hold them there, her arsehole was like a little pink
flower, and beneath it her cunt lips white and closed.  She trimmed the
hair on her mound but she must have waxed the lips, which were as smooth as
mine or little Toyah's.  I stood a yard away looking, and felt like kissing
her there.  I was about to when Des came into the bedroom again holding a
bottle of baby oil, the sort with a spray attached to it.  I watched as he
sprayed some right onto her anus, and then stroked her there with his
fingers.  The red petalled flower glistened in the evening sunlight.  Some
more spray as he slid his index finger and the next finger too into her. 
She giggled....  I could see it did not hurt.

   She giggled again.  "You watching, Milly?  Turning you on?"

   It was making me hot, and she could certainly see that I had my fingers
down there in my own pussy, pressing and pulling at my clitty: my cunt-lips
were all swollen and open from the earlier fucking and sucking, and also
from this new exciting action.  I hoped I would get some more sucking and
fucking soon, but I was the one who had wanted them to fuck like this, so I
knew what it was really like.

   He handed the bottle to me, and as I put it on the bedside cabinet,
beside the unused condoms, I watched him place his knob, push, and saw the
knob and shaft slide easily in.  And he was fucking her, in and out.  I
watched for a bit and then got on the bed myself and kissed her breasts as
she lay on her back.

   "Yes, Milly!  Like that.  That's good when you've got it up your
bottom!"

   It certainly wasn't hurting her: I half decided that I would give daddy
my second virginity soon.  It was all a matter of getting used to it, and
then it would be ok: here was the proof.  I felt round at my own arse. 
Yes! Soon!  Daddy had taken my first virginity, and I would get him to take
my male cherry too.  Jeez!  I was feeling horny watching them!

   It looked as if Des could go on for ever.  He was fucking slower and not
as powerfully as when he fucked our cunts, but I supposed that was another
thing to remember: not as fast or strong when it's in your arse!

   "Get the strap-ons, Des!  I want to cum as well!"

   He pulled out and his cock stood proud, glistening but not at all
messy...  as Rita had explained.  He went to the wardrobe and on the floor,
where I had not looked when I was snooping, there was a pink silk bag.  He
came back to the bed and tipped the contents out....  a small heap of
dildos....  with various sorts of straps attached.

   "Have to find one with small enough straps for you.  This looks about
right.  I'll try it on you."

   It was a cock-shaped dildo, black jelly-sort of rubber but with some
sort of stiffening inside, a bit bigger than most of the cocks I had seen
so far, and three black satin straps with velcro bits.  Rita watched as I
held the cock and Des fiddled with the straps.  One went round my belly
just below my mound, above my pussy, and was fastened with velcro over my
bum, and the other two went round my thighs, high up close to my crotch.  I
enjoyed feeling Des' hands on me as he tightened the straps, and even more
when he slapped my bum.

   "You'll do!"

   I looked at myself in the mirror, a little girl with tits and straining
nipples, but a huge black cock erect in front of her.  I gave it a shake:
it felt quite soft on the outside but steely on the inside, like a real
cock in fact.

   "Now you lay on your back and Rita will plug herself in.  Then I'll
stick her from behind.  She loves this."

   I lay on my back and held the dildo thing upright while Rita got astride
me and lowered herself onto it until she was sitting on me.  She put a hand
on each of my tits.

   "That's better!"

   "You're still nice and open, Rita darling."

   She crouched over so her bum was in the air and in their wall mirror I
saw Des kneeling behind her, spreading her buttocks, rubbing his cock up
and down her bum crease and then sticking his cock in again.

   "Fuck!  That feels good.  We should do this more often!"

   I could hardly move, but Rita was managing to move up and down on my
strap-on and I reckon she was rubbing her clit against it nicely too, while
her man was pushing his cock in and out fairly slowly but very deep and
powerful.  As she crouched over me I could feel her tits pressing on me,
which was exciting too, and I had my arms around her hugging her.  She was
grabbing my flesh very hard, and then I knew she was coming.  There was a
gruff "Oh yes!  Oh Yes!" and her lips were clamped to mine, her hands
gripping me almost painfully.  I ran a fingernail down her back (that does
it for me when daddy does it!).

   Des knew too, and was now bashing his cock in and out, his thighs moving
her on me every time they smacked into her bum.  And he was cumming.  I was
the only one who wasn't.  I did not mind...  I was hot, excited, and
learning all the time....

   But when they had cum and were still they were too heavy, and I
wriggled. Des noticed, pulled out, and got up from the bed.  Rita Rolled
off me and lay beside me, her head on my tits.  I could hear the tap in the
bathroom.

   "He's not messy!"

   "Ah!  That's something you should remember, Milly.  A man should always
wash his cock after anal sex: there's bacteria in an arse that do no harm
there, but are bad news in a girl's cunt.  He's washing because he's going
to fuck us some more, in our cunts."

   "Good!  I'm still horny."

   "I'm going to get him to tie me up and spank me...."

   "Oooh, Rita, I just love that too."

   "You're daddy's a good teacher, Milly, and he's a lucky guy."

   "I never told you!"

   "No.  You're a good.  loyal girl, but there's no hiding it, really. 
Don't worry.  I told you we can keep secrets!"



   So there we were kneeling on the bed, Rita's hands tied together and
fixed to an iron rail of the bedstead, mine handcuffed with those sexy
fur-covered steel cuffs looped round another upright rail, our bums
available for Des, who stood on the mattress behind us that black leather
whip thing in his hand.  I could see it all in the wall mirror, and I was
so close to cumming without anything else!

   I was proud that it was my bottom that got the treatment first.  It did
not sting as much as daddy's hand, but it was doubly exciting to watch in
the mirror as Des, looking so big and macho, and with a cock stiffening all
the time, swung the whip and the black leather thongs whistled through the
air.  Sometimes one of the thongs went down into my crotch and whipped my
pussy....  that stung but it certainly didn't stop me feeling randier and
randier with every lash.  Des was trying hard now and putting a lot of
effort in (but wobbled a bit on the sprung mattress!)

   Rita was feeling left out and wiggled her arse to show she wanted some.
So I watched while he stung her up a bit.  That was good, but I really
wanted some more....  so after a bit I wiggled my arse.

   And he obliged, whipping me now so that most of the thongs landed on my
pussy and the inside of my thighs.  God I was close.

   "Now, Des!  Now!  Please!  Fuck me!  I'm desperate.  Got to....."

   Not only did he kneel behind me, pull my buttocks apart and ram his cock
into my wet, warm and probably already open hole, but he spanked me with
every thrust, his hips slamming into me and heaving me forward in time with
the exciting pain.  I was on the edge already and I came within seconds, a
big, rolling orgasm each spasm running through my body like an electric
shock, on and on and on, and then dying away.

   I heard him laugh, and he shuffled a few inches to give his wife the
same treatment, with the same effect.

   They were noisy, those two, as they came together...  I watched in the
mirror, but, amazingly because this never really happens to me, I had
enough for one night!  Satisfied.  Fucked!

   In the shower Rita showed me how to use the anal douche, while Des was
quietly amused, that wonderful smile again.

   "Lucky guy who has your other virginity, sweetheart!"

   "Her daddy, my bet."

   "I never told you!"

   I was driven home, my two new toys in my little knapsack...  the douche
and the strap-on.





   Saturday August 10th

   I heard them arrive and looked at my clock.  Nine.

   I did not get up: after last night I could have used another hour's
sleep, and I knew Mother would tell me off if I went down in my nightie.  I
was not going to take a telling off in front of my uncle and aunt, and
Connor.  So I just lay there and dozed, half-asleep.

   Daddy came in and woke me up with a hand on my breast, and a light kiss
on my lips.

   "Ah!  The Sleeping Beauty awakes!"

   "My Prince Charming!"

   I put my arms round his neck to pull him down against me and kiss him
properly.

   "You wait, daddy!"

   "We'll have all night, angel."

   "And every night for two weeks!"

   "They want to go into town, buy some beach things for your Mother.  I
expect we'll all be gone most of the morning.  Derek and I will go for a
beer while the women shop.  Would be nice if you could put out some ham and
cheese and crusty bread for when we all come back.  Look after Connor!



   I lay in bed, and heard the front door slam.  Daddy had made me feel
randy, touching my tits and kissing me, and I slipped my nightie off and
played with my clitty.  I considered getting my dildo from the secret panel
under the bed, but it was warm and cosy, so I just masturbated thinking of
what I would wear for daddy when we had dinner together tonight....

   I felt hot suddenly and threw the duvet off, laying bare on the
mattress. Timed exactly, Connor came on.

   "You should knock before coming into my room..."

   "Sorry!  Hey, they've all gone out.  Let's have some fun like last
time."

   I looked at him.  I was feeling horny, and one mouth was as good as
another so why not?

   "Ok.  Get naked, and we'll play."

   He was only wearing shorts, and he unbuckled his belt.

   "You gonna suck me off, Milly?"

   "You suck me off first, Connor, and then I'll do you."

   His little cock was stiff, and I may be wrong but it looked a bit
longer, a bit broader than when I last saw it, still small, but nice to
suck all the same.

   I opened my legs wide and, expert now (!) he lay between them and pulled
my pussy lips apart, licking from the bottom upwards, and over my clitty. I
grasped his head, my fingers in his hair and feeling the bone beneath,
pulling it hard against my pussy.

   "You're lovely and juicy!  Did I do that?"

   "Just get on with it...."

   He sucks well now, putting some effort into it, and remembering what I
told him about how to pull at and nibble my clitty, ring his tongue round
the opening of my vagina...  all that, and I would have cum quickly. 
Except he stopped....

   "Don't stop!  get on with it!"

   But he was looking with horror at the door.

   "Oh fuck!  It's Dad!"

   I looked up and there was Uncle Derek standing in the doorway....

   But Uncle was smiling and pulling his shirt from the waistband of his
trousers.

   "You heard the girl, Connor, Get on with it.  And I'm gonna have some
too."

   Uncle Derek's job is tough and physical and he has the body to go with
it.  His chest is broad and his biceps huge.  When he dropped his trousers
and pulled his underpants down I saw his cock was in proportion to his
body, big and angry-looking with a huge red helmet.  He's very hairy, my
Uncle Derek....  a proper man!

   Connor gave way to his Dad and as I felt the muscles in his shoulders. I
could tell it was Uncle Derek sucking me as I could feel the stubble of
this chin and cheeks against my soft thighs.  That really turned me on:
Kate.  Toyah and Rita are ok, but there is nothing like the feel of a real
he-man sucking you!  And Uncle Derek knew what he was doing.  I bet he did
not learn to be that good with frigid Brigid!  His lips, tongue and fingers
worked their magic: I came, my body shaking and twitching of its own
accord...

   "Now, Uncle, now!  Fuck me!  Fuck me now.  Jeez!  I want that big thing
right up me.  Do me, Uncle.  Quick before this wears off..."

   "No rubber, sweetie.  No condom."

   "Don't need one.  I'm on the pill.  So now!  While my cunt is still
throbbing from my cum!"

   He's heavy, Uncle Derek, but I like that, and I wound my legs over his
hairy back and my arms round him too while he felt between us and placed
his cock, wiping it once or twice up and down before pushing it in.  I
could imagine that angry looking and so-masculine knob prising my puffy
lips apart, stretching my still-tight hole (all my lovers have told me how
lovely and tight I am for them).  He had to push twice.  The first shove
got his knob into me, and the second was tremendous, stretching me all the
way up until his pubic hairs tickled my shaved pussy.

   He sighed.

   "God!  That feels good!  So tight and wet and warm, You're a lovely
little fuck, Milly."

   "Shag me hard, as fast and hard as you want, Uncle.  Oh yes!  Like that!
Harder, Faster, Oh yes!  Oh Daddy!  Yes, like that.  Oh it's so good!  I'm
cumming again.....  daddy!, yes....oooooh! .....  oooh!  Daddeeeeee!  And
then the little grunts I give when an orgasm is very big, a grunt with each
spasm, each thrust, each smacking of his pubic hair against my pussy, each
knocking of his knob onto the end of my vagina.....

   "Fuck!  You're lovely!  Fuck I can't hold it!  I'm cumming....."

   As my own orgasm went on and on I imagined his hot cream squirting onto,
into my cervix so deep inside me....

   He pulled out.

   "Now you have a go, son.  Have your first fuck.  She's hot and ready for
you."

   A bit of a come down from his dad's huge weapon this little boy cock
almost lost in my stretched and so wet cunt, my juices and Uncle's jism
leaking out onto my thighs.  But there was something exciting about having
a virgin boy, of giving him his first fuck, the one no-one ever forgets. 
And he was certainly making the most of it, his hands on my tits, and his
little cock banging in and out like a good 'un, Didn't last long of course,
and although it was nice, especially having my nipples pulled and stroking
his soft, smooth bum, he could not make me cum.  He came though......  and
let us know with a huge shout.  Good job the house was empty except for us
three!

   I thought that would be it, but Uncle had one last surprise.

   "Is there any KY or lube?"

   "There's some baby oil in the bathroom."

   "Be an angel and get it for us...."

   When I got back, Connor was laying on the bed, two pillows under his
belly and his daddy between his legs licking out his arsehole,

   "Pretty, ain't it, babe?"

   He was spreading Connor's little-boy soft, round buttocks to show a
pretty little pink rose anus, wrinkled like the petals of a flower, closed
tight.  Then his tongue was back in there.

   Connor giggled as I guess the pointed tongue penetrated.

   "Spray some oil there, babe."

   Jasper Horobin is the only other man who ever called me babe (so far). I
expect Uncle worked with Americans on the rigs and picked the word up from
them.  I like it!

   I sprayed the oil over that pink rose, and watched as Uncle rubbed it
in...  and then stuck two fingers right up as far as his knuckles.  Connor
was still giggling.

   Uncle reached under the boy, and I think was feeling his cock: I
wondered if Conner was limp or hard.  I know some men, perhaps all of them,
liked their arse-holes to be fingered and that special spot massaged.  But
a boy of ten?  I reached under as well and Uncle's hand made room for me to
feel his little-boy willy.

   "Hard, you see, Milly.  He loves it!"

   I watched too as Uncle sprayed oil on his own cock and shuffled closer
so as he hunkered down his cock was directly over the boy's arse-hole.  His
thighs looked massive next to Connor's skinny legs and little, rounded bum.
And that prick looked so big, and Connor's anus so small.  How could....?

   But it did.  Uncle held his cock in place and pushed, and amazingly the
knob sort of popped in and then the whole shaft followed....  all of it!  I
still can't see how so much cock could fit inside such a slender little
boy. And it did not seem to hurt him.

   I watched while father shagged son, and both seemed happy, both used to
it as well.

   Then Uncle rolled the two of them over on their sides, still pushing
gently in and out.  Now I could see Connor's little hairless balls, and his
stiff cock.  Better still....

   "Suck him while I fuck, babe,"

   So I did, bobbing my head up and down on his cock while the boy fondled
and squeezed my tits and his dad speeded up his fucking until it was all I
could do to hold the boy in place each thrust his dad made.

   Uncle Derek came first, and that triggered Connor, a dry cum of course,
but his body tensed, he grasped my body even tighter, and his cock twitched
in my mouth.



   They were messy, and went to the bathroom to wash.

   I wiped my cunt and thighs of all the dripping cum, and put on some nice
lingerie.  Not my best....  I was still dripping a bit.....  but some sexy
white satin things.

   Derek smoked a cigarette while we lay all three on the bed, me between
them.

   "I'd have thought that would hurt, Connor."

   "I love it, and it hasn't hurt for ages.  It hurt the first few times,
but I was only eight back then."

   "You go both ways, uncle?  You bi?"

   "No women on the rigs, babe, and lots of fit young men...  But we better
get dressed before they come home.  Can you change the sheet and wash it
without her knowing?"



   Daddy left for the airport with them at about five, and I showered and
douched and made sure my pussy was smooth as daddy wants it as soon as the
car was away.  Naked I went down to the kitchen and assembled a stew and
prepared some potatoes.  The stew went straight into a low oven, but he
would call from the motorway services about half an hour from our place and
I could do the rest then.

   I dressed very carefully for daddy, It took me over an hour as I brushed
my hair till it shone and let it fall free to my shoulders.  Pink nail
varnish fingers and toes and same shade lipstick....  I don't need any
other make-up to look great.  Daddy says youth is the best cosmetic (But
then he does like youth!) Then it's the basque he likes so much on me.....
no thong.  I've decided not to wear knickers, but just the little black
satin apron I made last week, with the bow that ties round the back.  He'll
be able to see my bare bottom, but will tease him by hiding my pussy!

   The stockings daddy gave me in the hotel got laddered somehow while we
were fucking I expect, but a lady in the lingerie boutique was very nice,
helping me to find fully fashioned nylon stockings that are small enough
for me, though they end only an inch below my pussy...  just enough bare
flesh at the stocking tops for daddy to kiss.  They are not the stretch
sort, but silky and glossy like daddy gave me and I have to be very careful
putting them on not to ladder them, and of course to get the seams
straight. I put on the tan ones (I bought two pairs of each, black and
natural, very expensive but I have a bit of money now from my
babysitting....  etcetera!)

   I checked myself in the long mirror.  I looked good in my high heeled
sandals: daddy really gets turned on when his little girl dresses grown-up!

I had at least two hours to kill.  There was sport on the tv Saturday
afternoon and I watched the rugby not the football.  I like looking at the
rugby players, more my sort of men.  I wish they gave more close-ups of
them.  Anyway their bums and strong thighs took my mind off daddy and what

I was going to get him to do to me....



   Daddy phoned and I put the vegetables on the stove.  I decided we would
have a proper dinner, so I laid the table in the dining room....  too early
for candles but I put the sweet-peas in a vase at the centre and uncorked a
bottle of a wine from his stock.  I put the grape juice in a jug for myself
as I'd rather not drink red wine, not even to be "grown-up".

   I had just finished mashing the potatoes and adding butter pepper and
salt, and mixing the carrots and onions together when daddy let himself in.
I checked myself in the mirror, straightened my little apron, and as he
came into the kitchen threw myself at him, arms round his neck, hugging
him, pressing myself against him as we kissed.  He felt my naked bottom....
and I felt his cock instantly stiff!

   "You look good enough to eat!"

   I giggled...  I wish I didn't giggle like a little girl but I can't help
it.  A silvery laugh would be better.  I'll work on that!

   "Later dad.  Feed the inner man first.  You go and sit at the table and
I'll bring the food through.  The wine is open and aired for you."

   "He kissed me again and murmured "Angel!"

   Over dinner I told him about Mr Singh and Jasper Horobin, admitting I
had been naughty, especially picking up a stranger.

   Daddy did not mind about Mr Singh calling him a good friend and a fine
man, a brave soldier!  I told him Jasper had been a top-sergeant in the
American marines, but was very kind and gentle as well as being almost as
strong as daddy!  Daddy said that I should never do that again, but I
seemed to have picked a good man....  and the marines are a brave and
disciplined outfit, he said.

   "I've been naughty haven't I, daddy.  You'll have to spank me..."

   One thing about daddy is he's not jealous.  I told him how well I had
been fucked by both the men, and how I had cum and cum, but he just seemed
pleased I was getting fulfilled.  I expect he has other women too... 
though I doubt any of them are twelve-year-old blonde angels!



   And so to bed.

   In his bedroom (not mine...  theirs!  That is a real thrill for me, the
thought of sharing HER bed with him for ten whole nights!) he held me for a
moment and pulled at the bow on my apron till it fell on the floor between
us.  His hand was on my naked bum, the other on my satin lingerie-cinched
waist, his face in my hair, His cock pressed against me, swollen under
those thin trousers.

   "Smells of lemon, Lovely."

   He picked me up and laid me on the bed so I could watch as he undressed.
I was horny before, had been all day, but I felt a tightness in my chest,
my clit was stiff I just knew my cunt was wet as I saw again his broad
chest, narrow hips, strong legs, and that big, bold cock standing so proud
and masculine.  For me!  For his daughter, for daddy's little girl.

   He started by sucking my clitoris while he held my hips and I had his
head in my hands.

   I must be getting used to sex because I found myself thinking about oral
sex instead of just going with the flow and enjoying it.  Why is it always
better with men than girls?  Because it is!  I've been sucked off by three
girls so far...  Kate, Toyah and Rita, and it is good with all of them. 
But compare it with Jasper and daddy, it doesn't even begin, really! 
Perhaps it's because I'm not really lesbian, or more straight than lesbian.
I don't think so, as I can get turned on by nice breasts or a pretty
girlie-bum as easily as by a handsome male with a cute bum and big cock!  I
think it's because I like to be submissive, for my lover to be in control,
and you get that with big macho men and not with the girls.  I wonder what
it would be like with a Dominatrix....  I hope I get to find out one day,
or a transexual or transvestite, ditto!

   Anyway, while my mind was wandering my clitty and vagina were being
teased and tickled by daddy's tongue, lips, nose and fingers, and I was
building to the sort of orgasm that puts everything else out of a girl's
mine.  It built, and built and built.  I could feel his stubble rough on my
thighs, I love that, and when he reached up and grasped my breast....  then
I was triggered and a lovely big cum spread right through me, and went on
and on and on as he fingered me harder, sucked me faster.

   Finally, before it had really stopped, I stopped him.

   "Fuck me, daddy, while my cunt is still pulsing.  Fuck me now.  But I
want it in the arse."

   "You're too small angel.  You're only twelve"

   "You said that when I wanted you to fuck me, daddy, and look how easily
it slides in, and how good it is....  for me as well as for you."

   "I shouldn't....."

   I could see him wavering, and I turned over on my back and stuck my
bottom in the air.

   Later, after he had taken my "male virginity" daddy told me how sex was
rife at the Prep School he went to.  I did not know what a Prep School is,
but it seems rich boys do not go to the big Public Schools until they are
thirteen and until then they are "prepared".  Part of that learning usually
included sex, especially for the fit, pretty boys....  and daddy grinned
and said he was both athletic and good-looking.

   He had already enjoyed oral sex with lots of other boys, and there was
probably more cock-sucking than masturbation in the dorms at night, but one
of the teachers was the first to fuck him: he was eleven, so younger than
me.  That was why he thought it would probably be ok to fuck me in the arse
if he was careful.  It was that nice Mr Fellowes who introduced him to
fucking, and also showed him how to introduce a virgin.

   So I have a lot to thank that long-ago teacher for!  Because daddy was
careful...

   "OK.  But tell me if you want me to stop."

   I just wiggled my bottom: daddy loves bottoms, and I expect it is having
all those smooth little-boy bums that makes him that way.  I'm learning
more about him every day, and love him more and more....

   He put a couple of pillows under my belly, kissed me lovingly in the
small of my back, and I felt him parting my buttocks, then the roughness of
his cheeks there, and then his tongue on my arse-hole.  It tickled.  I
giggled.  But he tongued round and round, sometimes slipping the pointed
tip inside.  Yes, daddy likes bums all right!

   This must have gone on for ten minutes and I would not have minded
hours, especially as he was stroking my bum too and running his finger nail
up and down my spine from time to time, making a shiver run right through
me, like always when he does that.  I love the feeling!  He's so clever,
daddy at knowing what turns me on....

   Then he knelt up, and reached for the baby oil spray I had left on the
cabinet.

   "I knew what you were going to ask again when I saw the bottle."

   "I really want you to do me up my bottom, daddy.  Really, really."

   I was nervous.  No, that's not right: I was downright petrified, scared
he was going to push his huge cock in me then and now.  I buried my face in
the bolster and promised myself I would not scream or cry to spoil it for
him.  And I did want to learn how to take anal sex, I really did!

   But all he did was to stroke up and down over my anus, his finger
pressing a bit each time it passed over it, and that feeling was good.

   He must have done this for several minutes, and I was relaxed when I
felt his finger penetrate, sliding in easily in the oil.  Now he lay close
to me, our bodies touching and he gently finger-fucked me, slowly and
carefully.  It was all right, a bit sexy, but nowhere near as good as in my
pussy, of course.....  but I already knew that!

   Then it was two fingers, and it was still ok, even when he started to
open his fingers and stretch my anus.  All the time he was whispering what
a pretty girl I was, what a cute little bottom, what a lovely body, how
daddy loved his little angel, how good I was to him.  I was completely
relaxed now, almost dozing under his caresses and those fingers opening my
bottom, feeling quite natural now.  I was pleasantly hypnotised!

   He sat up and I felt his knob pressing against my anus.  He pushed.  It
hurt, and although I did not scream daddy must have known I wasn't ready,
because he lay down again and fingered me some more.

   "I've got three fingers in you now angel, right up to my knuckle. 
That's wider than my cock.  Is it OK?"

   It was almost as if I was waking up....

   "Feels ok, daddy, doesn't hurt."

   "I think you're ready."

   He sprayed a lot more oil into my buttock-crease, and in the mirror as I
turned my head I could see him squirting some on his cock till it was
dripping down...pre-cum as well I should think.  I buried my head again in
the bolster.

   "It helps if you push out...."

   The pressure on my anus (nice, that!), then him pushing hard, and
suddenly his knob popped in....  hurt a bit, but that passed as the whole
of his cock slid up me till his body was pressed against my bottom and I
could feel his weight.  It felt good!  I was terribly full, but was still
relaxed.  Hooray!  I was giving my daddy what he really wanted...  I've
known all along he loves bottoms more than anything....  I was giving my
body to him completely and it was ok!

   He was allowing his cock to rest un-moving, deep inside me...

   "It's going to be ok, daddy.  I knew it would.  Now fuck me.  Fuck my
bottom like you've always wanted."

   I remembered watching Rita, how she came while her man fucked her arse,
so I managed to force a hand between my belly and the pillows, and slip my
finger into my pussy.  Wet!  My clitty was hard, begging to be stroked, and
I did!  As daddy pushed in and out, getting faster all the time, my little
hand pleasured my clitty, stroking it, pushing it, pulling at it.

   Daddy was still whispering endearments: that's so sexy...

   But then he was silent except for panting and muttered "Oh God!  Oh
God!" and he was fucking me quite hard now.  I sensed daddy was getting
close, and I got another hand under myself, so I could also slip a finger
into my vagina.  I could feel his cock through the thin wall!  God that was
sexy.  I was cumming.

   "Cumming, daddy.  Cumming.....Daddeeeeee.....  Oooooh!"

   "Me.  too, sweetie."

   I imagined that hot, creamy spunk spurting inside me with each thrust,
and I came with spasm after glorious spasm.



   We were not messy, as I had douched like I'd been taught, but daddy knew
he had to wash his cock before fucking my cunt, so we decided to shower. 
That's always sexy, showering with a handsome, well-built guy, and doubly
sexy if it's the man you love most in the world, your daddy.

   I know how daddy's mind works....  he is pleased he was the one to have
my "cherry", and then my male virginity, but he's not at all jealous... 
quite the opposite.  I think he finds it extra sexy when I tell him about
other guys and girls.  But in the shower he showed that Jasper Horobin had
got to him just a bit!

   We had a lot of fun washing each other, a nice excuse to caress and
finger, especially him round my bottom and pussy, and of course my tits, me
round his balls and his cock.  I made it stand when I stuck my finger up
his anus and wiggled it about a bit!

   Then he lifted me up bodily, facing him, and lowered me onto his cock. I
hung on round his neck, pressing my breasts against him and felt his knob
go in my pussy, and then the whole of his cock as I slipped down.  Under
the stream of hot water he had me exactly as I had described "Top-Sergeant
Horobin" fucking me.....  It was ultra-exciting for both of us, I think.  I
bet we do that again....



   I reckoned we both needed a rest.  He dried my hair with the hair-dryer,
and gave me a present in a stylish black boutique bag.  It was a dazzling
white satin nightie, calf-length, and with a white satin thong.  I slipped
the nightie on, but not the panties, and felt the slippery satin against my
skin.  Sexy!  It was tight over my tits and made my nipples swell and
stand.

   But I reckoned daddy needed a bit of a rest, so I said I'd make some
coffee.



   I drank my grape-juice quickly, but daddy sipped the brandy I had
brought him while his black coffee cooled enough to drink.  We were sitting
on the settee, facing the tv with the set switched off!  My head was on his
chest, and he had an arm round my neck, a hand on my satin-covered breast,
stroking it and pinching the nipples.  He was just wearing his white boxer
pants.  Very sexy against his hairy, tanned body.

   I decided to tell him about my fun and games with Connor and Uncle
Derek. He just smiled, and thought a bit.

   "So he fucked you, and then fucked Connor?"

   "Mmmm.  That's how I knew it would be ok for you to fuck me.  If little
Connor could take his dad's big cock then I could take your monster too. 
And they both sucked me, and I sucked Connor, and Connor fucked me.  Is
that slutty, daddy?"

   "Everybody was happy with it, so why not?"

   "And Derek is bisexual?"

   "He didn't say that, only that the guys on the rigs, some of them, fuck
each other because there's nothing else.  Bit like prison actually.... 
You've gone stiff, daddy!" I giggled.  "You fancy playing with Derek.... 
or Connor?  That would be only fair if you wanted.  After all Uncle Derek
shagged me, so you should fuck his son.  It's only fair."

   "You're a naughty girl, Milly, tempting me.  But I haven't fucked a boy
since I left school.  But it's a thought!  A foursome!"

   "I've some other naughty things to confess, daddy!"

   "My word, you've been busy..."

   "You remember last night I baby-sat for the Collinses?  Well I didn't.
They didn't go out but we all had sex.  Rita likes being fucked in the arse
while she's fucked in the pussy.  She calls it "double-plugged".  They gave
me a sort of strap-on dildo so I could fuck her while Mr Collins did her.
Oh!  And we all sucked each other off, and Mr Collins fucked me nicely
too."

   I paused.  He was still stroking my tits....  daddy loves the feel of
satin over my bum or breasts, and nylon on my legs.

   "They guessed...  or rather Rita guessed, I am having sex with my daddy.
I never told them...  they just knew somehow.  I'm sorry, daddy.  But it
would be ok as they would like a foursome with both of us there.  She's
dead sexy, with a really great figure.  I want to look like that when I'm
grown up: lovely breasts and tiny waist.  And she dresses sexy.  Sexy
lingerie....  you'd like that, daddy.  Oh and she likes to be tied up and
whipped!"

   I burbled on about how sorry I was they guessed, and that Uncle Derek
had guessed as well...

   "What a day you had, Saturday, Milly!"

   "Naughty, though!"

   I knelt down with my head on the sofa cushions to take my punishment,
and daddy spanked me and fucked me thoroughly, and that was it for the day.




   Sunday August 11th

   I've been sitting here at the kitchen table writing my yesterday diary
while daddy reads the Sunday papers on his laptop.  I've just finished
yesterday....  I was too fucked out to write it last night!  And I'm going
to start today's, as well.

   I woke up in the middle of the night because daddy was dreaming.  I
heard him murmur "Milly" in his sleep and knew what he was dreaming about.
Sure enough, when I groped him....  he was naked but I was in my new
nightie...  he was hard.  I thought about giving him a blow job so he had a
real good dream, but I was worried I might wake him and I want him good and
randy today!

   So I just fingered myself till I had a nice little cum thinking about
Rita Collins, and then dropped off to sleep again.

   I had meant to wake up before daddy and bring him his coffee in bed, but
he woke me and brought me my cocoa.

   We sat there sipping our morning drinks and chatting.

   Daddy is going to phone Mr Collins and suggest "a family get-together",
tell him there are no secrets between me and my daddy so Mr Collins knows
exact;y what sort of family fun he has in mind.

   And he says he'll chat with Uncle Derek when they are back from the Med
and see if they can fix up a time and place for a real "family gathering".

   He says tonight I should fuck him in the arse with my new strap-on! 
Cor!

   The idea got both of us going, and daddy just flipped me on my back and
fucked me....  I like it that way sometimes, sort of rough.

   Lot's to look forward to.  We're going to the zoo after breakfast.

   ............................................

   And that's where Milly's Book ends.  The fire was that night.

   So poor Milly never got her lesbian sleep-over with Kate, Toyah and
Toyah's little friend, or the foursome with the lovely Rita Collins and her
macho but bisexual husband, or the "family affair" with Uncle Derek and
Connor.  And what a gift to mankind and woman-kind was removed from this
world that night.

   I've transcribed her book as she wrote it, but I decided to change the
names, including Milly's, and her address and any other unimportant details
that might help busy-bodies identify her lovers.

   Enjoy!